The chosen

Within Satan's domain as the chosen chant turned into an idyllic rant but can't be upheld too his compelled reign.

Through demonic chants slowly grow the melodies as the songs grants the eternal uprise.

Within the throne room there he sits thoughtfully plotting of what humanity solemnly gets through solitude his mood sets.

As his faithful Demons gather the demonic masses as the ignited flaming hurricane became the echoing furry within the abyss of domain.

Through the serenading poetic tone Demons now gather around his throne to bring the dark king the lost souls than too become sown over the ground of flames as each spirit he now claims.

Within his pipe ashes become spirits too invite with his finger he now ignites with every puff comes an exhale as deep within thought his plot is too prevail.

As Demons embark thru the darkness smoking all lost souls deep within thoughts each plot is too control.

Through careful choices messages through telepathy word by word are perfected voices that become preferred.

As the portal into the mortal realm opens Demonic spirits now enter in thru the fair air. As the soulful spirits are needing spiritual feeding.

Through selection they plant sinful seeds within the minds for more desirable deeds through reflection that heeds perfection.

As Demons eternally live within each chosen to forever give a soulless purpose to all lost as their fairly chosen at any cost.

Throughout mortal history Demonic necromancy was led too spread wretched misery.

As all historic events was evily sent to plague humanity and Demonize through catatonic eyes too symbolize each simple rise.

As each dark prince creates mortal fates too embark into shaped destiny through their fair darkness too momentarily bear.

As the shaped darkness shines within Satan's many minds as the design is gave to save mankind.