Deathmetalyshrieking

The mountain
wears
down
in tribute
to metal.
Voices pierce
the howl loud shroud
R.I.P the clouds
and rain
down blood.

Stricken stuck
venom spit,
burns out eyes.
Daemon wise
the stretched out hand bears a knife.

The stage ablaze
the band
black as plague,
the crowd lives
short
fused
in crimson rage.

The truth,
naked,
long live
forsaken
youth.

The thrills to chill while on fire,
then
stack
their
bodies
on the pyre.

Feed the flame,
be the game,

you will remember our name.
Death
you will remember,

our

Death
is
Metal.