On They Slay - Atheist/Season of Mist Publishing/Kelly Shaefer

Written by：Kelly Shaefer

On they slay through clouds of death

No mercy or no fear

The sound of twisting flesh

Is the last thing you will hear

Take your final breath

You dying time is near

Fear clutching on the threshold of death

Spilling your remains' arrogance

Thinking of a way you will die

Rip through your flesh and through your bones obey

See you lying limbless you'll decay

Fall amongst the dead on they slay

The meager presence of their sight

You know your blood will spill your end's tonight

Eargerness to kill

Praying to be saved now where's your god

Infest your putrid mind

Death calls start tot unwind

Beware for some day soon

They'll come to seal your doom

Fear clutching on the threshold of death

Spilling your remains' arrogance

Thinking of a way you will die

Rip through your flesh and through your bones obey

See you lying limbless you'll decay

Fall amongst the dead on they slay