Symphony of Wrath
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
In the cauldron of malevolence
where the damned ignite,
lie the specters of Wrath
spinning an eternal night.
Each outcry a symphony of torment.
Every blow a wicked verse.
We are the embodiment of rage–
a cosmic curse.
Fists cleave through the air in fury.
Bones echo with thunderous cracks.
We gorge on their anguish
in a sea of writhing backs.
Every shriek is our melody.
Each tear a haunting tune.
Within Wrath’s shadowy core
none find sanctuary.
Walls buckle and groan
under Wrath’s unyielding might.
Lives torn asunder
by anger’s icy hand.
Dawn’s ghostly light fractures
across their shattered past.
Our laughter echoes
through their torment cast.
In the hush of aftermath
where the broken lay to rest,
our whispers linger
like an unwelcome guest.
We are Wrath’s insatiable hunger
that feeds on dread.
In torment’s pulsing heart
our feast is spread.