Retribution

Groveling down the stream of blood Lay into the feet of the dark lord They grunt, they cry, with pain until they die A maggot in their tomb for each and every lie The lord writes the destiny of those with black heart Pain and pain it always is and the hearts rip apart The pleasure is all across the dark land as it seems They path is pain and pain is path no choices for deem The lord is here and the lord is here the followers they scream The bodies lie in the pond of blood wishing it was a dream