Holy Wars (The Reign Of Immortals) Poem by Alex Fischer

Death will reign supreme
Slaying all for good who stand
Killing for the pleasure
Something I can’t comprehend

Men like me, who dream of things
Of war and infamy
Ask the sheep, for his belief
Who shall kill on His command?

A empire that’s disrupted
Has not a chance to stand
My life erased, no more disgrace
No simple man doth stand

Death is near, so listen here
To the outline of His plan
Don’t go now to homeward bound
It might be your own end

Holy wars

Upon my throne, as the
Supreme ruler
Down in my realm of persecution
Men do scream, victims die
Up on my podium, a true leader
Out to claim the world
Down in my platform as the holier
Than-thee-would-be-messenger of God

Hate weaves the start of uproarious crimes
Back stabbings, do reign supreme
Throughout the night
Some people dare to employ me
Some people think to destroy me
Either way they’ll die, no life

They killed my heart and my hope
With intents to enslave me
First mistake, last error
Paid by the oppressors, to slay all my confessors
Next mistake, no more mistakes!

Devour the souls of men who hate me
Watch out for the night when I come to fight
Suddenly see the blade of death appear
I know what I am, why don’t you accept me?
And the setting free of you with killings
Mercy killings
Hopeless killings
Faceless killings! !
Heartless killings! !
Soulless killings! !
Suddenly you’ll see
The blades of death appear!