Guardians of Hell

Down and down goes the
blood,
Pouring down Lucifer's back.
Childrens screams his melody
of life.
Making choices that you will regret,
Wishing upon the immortality
of hell.
Three sons of hell,
sons of
northern darkness
Collecting souls of the dead,
Feeding on their flesh and
bones,
Drinking blood from their
wounds.
Making stories by the black fire,
stories for childrens
dreams, haunting them each
night
turning their dreams into
nightmares.

Greed, sorrow, hatred and grief
Ruling their hearts,
Make them the Guardians of Hell.