Apocalyptic Angels
Sometimes things cross over into our world from Hell...
Red as blood, Dark as night. Scream you may, Run you might.Walk in the forest With a cross in your pocket.Walk in the streets With a blood filled locket.Crimson and charcoal,Shades of pure evil. Red are our eyes, The mark of the Devil.We praise evil,With demons we stroll. We live lifeWithout any soul.Know us, And know us well. For we are the honoredDwellers of Hell.We seek one thingAnd that is your blood. This world of yo...