By Peter Bolton

Scream, scream, scream
when you see
my coming.
I hold all futures
and for thee,
I know your fate.
Come here and see
what my eyes behold.
People fear thier death
never to know
what will unfold.
Listen tov the whispered
words I will tell.
"There's a place
for you in hell."

Kill, Kill, Kill.
become one of us.

You scream out loud
in fright.
You scream out loud
in fear.
Your screams of death
draw me near.
To claim you.
I know what gives you fear
but know not
this thing "pity"
"There's still room
for you down here."
my whispered voice
speaks again.

Die, Die, Die
come to us child.

There's no use in running.
There's no use in hiding.
There's no use in fighting.

Has your lord
God abandoned you yet.

Can you still
hear thier words.
Can you still
hear their harps.

Can you still
hear thier wings.

Have you been
saved, saved, saved.
Has he, your god
been seen.
I whispere to your soul.
Can we claim
you as a prize.
Spirits and demons
that roam this day
come. each one tries
to tear away
at your soul.

We call out to you
come, come, come