Perpetual Darkness

The Daeva were the rulers of this land Angra Mainyu was in command Her hand made a darkness grow as the daeva looked on in horror Her darkened hand corrupted mortal men into killing one another And the feeble men, hungrier then they had ever been, turned upon the daeva Trapped in a state of perpetual catharsis Crushed under the weight of the blackened sun Sweat, tears and blood congregate a wicked sludge That trickles down your mortal cheek The daeva prove that humanity is weak Rivers of blood flow down the hills As daeva charge, splitting men in two As brain bits and eyes pierce the sky As she peers down with her third eye The darkness surely grows Not even the wicked daeva could not indulge their weak desires as they conform To the darkness that corrodes them Growing mad with every whisper The whispers of the mad forever condemn the damned And as Ahriman vanishes from this mortal plain The darkness corrodes the very mind and brain As it's unable to correlate Whether it's body is alive or dead An endless limbo of darkness Shriveled breath, gasping for air Beyond the mountains, beyond the fog A solemn graveyard Of men and daeva, driven to their dooms As her hand disappears from this land We are all lost in eternal darkness as we wait to be damned Eternally cut by flaming hot knives Our skin cracks with pus as infection festers Rotting our flesh until there is nothing left on our bones but putrid, diseased flesh Killing us all, slowly and painfully Putrid, diseased flesh Spreads eternal infection Killing us all, slowly and painfully