An array of a placid past,
The minions of hell assemble,
Don’t you recall the familiar resemblance?
Trained without cause,
Kill without loss,
Their dominion expands…
Life is abolished at every step,
No matter to big or gray,
Hellish visions are here to stay,
Swords of limb dangle-
From the belt made of-
Human’s hide,
Devil quakes in fear,
Knowing the minions are the answer,
For him to disappear,
Hell has raised a force of vengeance,
Life served chilled,
Each of your breath is ill,
A new breed of terror,
Your bloody veins shatter,
At the thought of your existence,
You beg for death,
As the minions march,
Swelling within your bodies,
Reaching your defeated past,
Grinding your future,
The hope of life ruptures,
Stoic army marches on-
Many things within its path hurl,
Coming soon near you world.
