The morbid clouds crash together
As the lightening strikes ahead
A reflection of pictures in my head
Shows that there’s no Heaven

The electricity in my vains
Pumps unspeakable power to my senses
My mission: Destroy the weak and senseless
For referring to me as “insane”.

I feel hearts race and ache as I walk.
I smell their blood and fear,
I love their tears,
My heart as hard as rock.

Walking through the wet, thrashed street,
I see the fire ruin buildings and lives.
I’ve created Hell so nobody survives.
Revenge never felt so sweet.

Mere mortals cannot comprehend 
A fraction of the power I possess
The devil in the dress
And host of the end.