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His Final Hour...The Sagas Conclusion!Sweat
Sweat from my brow drips endlessly
I'm burning with fear from this place
Yet my body is like ice
Eyes from every recess watch my every move
Scattering, as the flame illuminates these bastions of Hell
Under upturned pulpits
I search for this Evil
Where the stench is so foul
It makes one want to vomit
He like it that way...
I walk silently in this tomb
Of the un-dead searching
Under the alter
An upturned cross
Where else to lie in state...
As I gaze upon this Evil Prince
Serene, masterful, yet peaceful...
Should I be so cruel to do this thing?
Thoughts are flooding inside my head
As I pull out my instruments of torture, of death!
Don't do it...Don't do it...
The pull of Evil against Good
Is so strong in this place
Time is running out
The sun is going down
What should I do?
My decision is final
Just before...just before
The sun disappears
I see the Evil One open his eyes
Blood Red, it's time...
I plunge the silver stake into his heart
There is an almighty scream
Which resounds around the hall
I strike the hammer twice again
This thing is dead
I seal the coffin
And in the morning it will be buried on Holy Ground.
As for me, I step out into the moonlit night.
B...
Written 31 August 2005
copywriter 2005
UK
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