Grimoire Of Death

On the pages, pale and worn
Verses written with blood were born
By the poet draped in shadow's cloak
Anointed by the angel of death's stroke

Azrael descended from on high
With his black veil, proclaiming the sky
Upon the altar of immaculate grace
His words began to take their place

Staining the ancient grimoire
Where death began to carve its lore
Noted in psalms and twisted rhyme
Each tale, a cruelty lost in time

The shroud, described with mastery bold
In every page, its story told
Each soul trapped in verses dark
Transported to the eternal spark

Sealed in a chest of iron might
Where time can't tarnish or take flight
Where dust can't touch, and moths can't feast
The grimoire lies, a cursed beast

The paper stained
By Christian blood
The grimoire of death has been kept

In the vault of steel
Where only one, pure-hearted and real
Shall unlock it, one fateful day

The years will pass
The dust will soar
Through the air of human discord evermore

Dreams will fade
Feelings will die
As society's brutal fall draws nigh

Spirits burn in agonized screams
On the testament of a shattered dream
Where cursed inheritance lies in wait
The earth belongs to hell's own gate

The realms of fire
Gates that keep the sulfur's fire
Where horns of evil shall rule and reign

Human sacrifice
Endless nights of strife
Where life feels choked in endless pain

Innocents will fall
Remaining to suffer all
Those who dared to question fate

The paper stained
By Christian blood
The grimoire of death has been kept

In the vault of steel
Where only one, pure-hearted and real
Shall unlock it, one fateful day

The years will pass
The dust will soar
Through the air of human discord evermore

Dreams will fade
Feelings will die
As society's brutal fall draws nigh