Gehenna Lord Of Flies
Above the earth swarm thousands On the ground they run by the sign of the sun In the wastes summons a voice A voice of destruction, the calls for stavation Abomination towards the sun Now there is nowhere to run Foul and cursed A home of ugliness, torture and pain Take me there The horror that hides behinds this supernatural being Foul and cursed The stench of this desert What have I done? He is Lord of Flies
