On the pages, pale and worn Verses written with blood were born By the poet draped in shadow's cloak Anointed by the angel of death's stroke Azrael descended from on high With his black veil, proclaiming the sky Upon the altar of immaculate grace His words began to take their place Staining the ancient grimoire Where death began to carve its lore Noted in psalms and twisted rhyme Each tale, a cruelty lost in time The shroud, described with mastery bold In every page, its story told Each soul trapped in verses dark Transported to the eternal spark Sealed in a chest of iron might Where time can't tarnish or take flight Where dust can't touch, and moths can't feast The grimoire lies, a cursed beast The paper stained By Christian blood The grimoire of death has been kept In the vault of steel Where only one, pure-hearted and real Shall unlock it, one fateful day The years will pass The dust will soar Through the air of human discord evermore Dreams will fade Feelings will die As society's brutal fall draws nigh Spirits burn in agonized screams On the testament of a shattered dream Where cursed inheritance lies in wait The earth belongs to hell's own gate The realms of fire Gates that keep the sulfur's fire Where horns of evil shall rule and reign Human sacrifice Endless nights of strife Where life feels choked in endless pain Innocents will fall Remaining to suffer all Those who dared to question fate The paper stained By Christian blood The grimoire of death has been kept In the vault of steel Where only one, pure-hearted and real Shall unlock it, one fateful day The years will pass The dust will soar Through the air of human discord evermore Dreams will fade Feelings will die As society's brutal fall draws nigh