A coming from the depths of Hell,
One which only dreams can tell.
A phoenix of the Blackest ashes,
Whose fire burns the deepest gashes.
A phoenix of destruction and despair,
Who summons clouds of languid scare.
The ashes from the eternal flame,
A darkened soul that's always blamed.
The phoenix born from the flames of Hell,
One world above the darkest cell.
This phoenix never dies or bleeds,
Until it's finished its awful deeds.
The long awaited death of light,
Shall be greeted by eternal night.
The phoenix will then rise to power,
Making all the demons cower.
Its ashes will be left to lie,
In the place it chose to die.
The phoenix will then rise again,
Its destruction to begin again.