Before long
The shades in shackles
Travel to his lair
Lambs for slaughter brought forth once more
Embodiments of the sinful quota
Realize in horror the fate of despots
As now judgement calls upon their souls
As thorns in my flesh I can feel your words weak
The thoughts of a coward who chose to beseech
Accused of your crimes, you stand next in line
Gates of Repentance now rise
Gaze upon
The path you shall take
Dark guts of the void
Don't believe what they tell you about redemption.
For awhile
There is a silence
Lingers until next herd