I stand on the hill alone, the skies red, raining blood, staining everything below.
The wind blows, allowing the scent of burning flesh reach me..
I am always alone...every time...why must this be? Who knows...maybe it's destiny...
Below the hill stood a city.....flames licking and devouring building hungrily..
People screams, wails of pain and agony dancing on the wind as they all burn..
Slowly burning alive....
I could see the demons co9llecting each soul as the people took their last breath...
Dragging them to the darkest pits of hell where they will be tortured..
Where they will suffer for all eternity.
I am always on the hill....stuck to watch everyone die until the end of time..
I cannot look away...my blue eyes continuously stuck on the sight below me...
Always watching...always listening...alone here on this hill...
The wind blows, allowing the scent of burning flesh reach me..
I am always alone...every time...why must this be? Who knows...maybe it's destiny...
Below the hill stood a city.....flames licking and devouring building hungrily..
People screams, wails of pain and agony dancing on the wind as they all burn..
Slowly burning alive....
I could see the demons co9llecting each soul as the people took their last breath...
Dragging them to the darkest pits of hell where they will be tortured..
Where they will suffer for all eternity.
I am always on the hill....stuck to watch everyone die until the end of time..
I cannot look away...my blue eyes continuously stuck on the sight below me...
Always watching...always listening...alone here on this hill...
