In La Quinta del Sordo
Benjamin M. Foster
Midnight returns the shadows take form
Devils crawl from the void
They slash and burn and bay as they swarm
The shades of all they’ve destroyed
Mockingly offering the chalice to their slaves
Left mad in pain, woe to the mindlessly depraved
Somewhere beyond the grave
Primitive runes pirouette on your skin
Announcing your every last sin
Babbling lunacy gripping your soul
Scream as you lose all control
Winged demon howls echo in the night
Dead on time with their queen
Shrieking, a foul Valkyrie in flight
At once sublime and obscene
All fangs and talons as she toys with the enslaved
Ritually feeding on the mindlessly depraved
Somewhere beyond the grave