death of the dead

The crow takes flight its wings reflect the bright moon light
It lands on the cold damp soil I see it staring into my soul
It looks at me as my hands run red with the blood of the damned
It knows the time is near a soul to take screaming to the shadows
Of hell and fire
His breathe is short the evil in his eyes are fading looking at me
For pity remorse , I will show him neither only the pain he has caused
The suffering he became, silver chains around his neck stakes through his
Wrists a cross to bare my cross held tight in my hands steady calm , the lords
Prayer I whisper killing is easy when they are already dead
He curses says I wont make it to the morning light , they are others
Stronger darker who will turn me take my soul my blood my love
I wont listen I wont falter a warrior against this cold dark evil I am
Chosen to return the body to dust and the soul to hell to serve the innocent
Protect the meek
The dark crimson blood drips on to the soil, no more souls virgin life
For this beast to take , a hundred years of pain of lives lost fading
Away all there souls ready to fly, damned to walk the earth no more
Hiding in the shadows afraid of the dark
Time to meet your maker my dark cold friend my cross is now
Yours to bare straight through your heart your tormented soul shall
Be carried to hell chained in the pain of the innocent for forever more
An eternity in flames your evil blood lust no more