The earth splits,
and terror strikes.
Screams echo through,
A once silent night.
The pits of hell,
Emerge and fright.
Demons rise up,
from the ground.
The hell hounds make,
unholy sounds.
Your pulse quickens,
and your heart pounds.
Let the hell begin.
The winged beasts,
fly through the night.
They are quiet,
a gruesome sight.
They want a feast,
and take a bite.
Demons rise up,
from the ground.
The hell hounds make,
unholy sounds.
Your pulse quickens,
and your heart pounds.
Let the hell begin.
They'll eat the young,
and ravage the old.
They'll pick the life,
right off your bone.
Their weaknesses,
are never shown.
Demons rise up,
from the ground.
The hell hounds make,
unholy sounds.
Your pulse quickens,
and your heart pounds.
Let the hell begin.
Hell will retire,
for the day.
The demons and beasts,
all go away.
Fear for the night,
when Hell likes to play.
**wrote this at 2am, tear it up!**

