The hand of an evil Deity
The evil hand of despair reaches out of the hellish skies,
it fills my mind with thoughts of chaos and burning hate.
My backbone crumbles as I lack the strength to fight it back,
why, o cruel Deity, has this to be my punishing fate?
So it keeps on reaching through the defences I've built,
filling me up with fiery rage, causing a severe pain.
The hand, it put me back to the everyday world called reality,
though my wings are broken, I now have something to obtain.*
*inspiration from Gothminister -> Angel
Raise your horns to the Pentagram!
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