Shown through the dreary shades,
Hell created quite a spark.
Emerged from the silent gloom,
Death made its mark.

I, my friends, saw
What no one else could see.
I saw revenge, I saw
Justice created gracefully.

I saw wrath and anger,
But yet honor and tact.
I saw the kind of perfection
That Man surely lacked.

I saw spite and ruse,
But still grace and pose,
The kind of paradox
No Man could compose.

I saw the Death Angel
Go on a hunting spree.
What I saw
Was the darkest of all activity.

Shown through the dreary shades,
Hell created quite a spark.
Emerged from the silent gloom,
Death made its mark.