Personal Demons

Scream for the sirens, scream for the demons inside him
One leisurely evening in Zion he look toward the eastern horizon
The devil sat on a brimstone pedestal -
Overlooking mankind, planning out a diabolical means to surprise them
It seemed now the angels of god were buried in embers
And now was the wake of the new Luciferian era
Plague began to rain upon the Earth with the fury of a biblical force
Stillborns strangled themselves with their own umbilical chords
Sinners crossed the borders of law and order, it was villainous sport
Nothing could drown out the flap of their wings, the rasp of their moans
The dark masses, ravenous clones entrapped in the cold
Pastors of old became haphazardous drones
As the Virgin Mary was lowered into the catacombs on a casket of bones
What matters is known: That evil exists
One day, you may find yourself immersed in that seething abyss
Seeping like blood through a needle and thread
Feeding on the deceased and the dead, beasts that never sleep
They stay awake and subconsciously beseech you thenstead
Dwelling under cribs with punctured ribs and sunken slits
I can't tell you the meaning of the number 6
I can only warn you about how severe their hunger gets
When their grip on the summit slips
And they rise from the heathens -
You'll come to realize that even god has the eyes of a demon