DREAM (Beldam’s Hand)
It was a dream once
To fly from Hell
Darkened smouldering wings
On a fiery draft of doomed souls
Finger in a golden ring
And still the dreams follow me
Take me back every night
To Dajjal’s heavens
The Inferno of Paradise Lost
The piles of bodies damned.
Written to Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel by Behemoth. Image by Gustav Dore.
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