Pale horizons
Black horse foams at the mouth
Awaiting a reaction, something dark is in my precense
that wants to come out and make itself known.
The sky turns red to bring about a sign that power of the utmost sinister nature comes near, comes to take my hand and comes to show me the way, to open the doors
Oh have I come too far and I have come this far because of myself, my soul I have thrown into the furnace
Engulfed in flame and yet I feel no heat, I should be vanquished but yet I stand all the same
There is no hold on this power and the rules of the game have swayed my way.
Terrible things await you and I
Great things await you and I
Hell awaits you and I
The sky clears up
Now what