• Death's Eye is the Sun
    Always watching us

    Seeing are every movement
    every whisper
    every thought

    Death

    The heat from his stair bears down on us
    slowly cooking our bodys
    dehydrating are life

    Death

    The heat becomes unbearable
    our skin starts to boil

    Death

    Death

    Our minds sear with the knowledge that every thought is known to our most feared Dark Angel

    Death

    Death

    Then when we are writhing on the ground
    driven insane by these thoughts...There comes a knock at the door

    Death

    Death

    Death

    Who Could It Be?