Descent

The veil of mist covers the centuries
A forgotten past, from another era;
Concealed, safe, in a labyrinth.
Even the devil was human once
Before his fall was caused.

One's demons are one's own
A scarred background, unknown;
An album, smeared with blood;
A fairytale, where the sun never rises
Over the gory nightmare.

No hope, no redemption
Only vengeance and hatred
Even the heart throbbed with compassion
Before hatred conquered it
And man became animal.