beast swept with passion
For one of them who inhaled
His shadow
Who flung away from the sanity
That carried her all the way
The [bad word] has installed demise
laughter leapt from here
The cataclysm tides where the
Devil rides his carnage
wind flew strong upon my hair
That told me this is finally her death
The storm of dust, made by human ash
And [bad word] are found
The flames have scorched all remains
Apocalypse, the slaughter's realm [bad word] dragon...it has drank it all