Thornafire Scorching Iron Thorns
Up high at the tower, I open my senses
Surrounding coldness, invades my inner being
And I shall not feel any remorse
Standing here, I behold my evil creation
Wars spreading in every nation
Peace, just a sad memory.
Blind armies fighting in dreadful battles
Extermination, showing up in every where
Like a destructing fire, consuming every nation
The dark clouds of holocaust
Bring shadows and acid rains
Which gnaw the skins of the weak victims
Penetrating their bodies like
Scorching iron thorns!!!.
The roar of destructing machines
The crushing of the thundering bombs
Lethal annihilating bullets
Suffocating toxic gases
They shall all raise to divinity
This awful creation.
