Slaves Of The World

A beast swept with passion 
  For one of them who inhaled 
  His shadow 
  Who flung away from the sanity 
  That carried her all the way 

  The sadist has installed demise 
  A laughter leapt from here 
  The cataclysm tides where the 
  Devil rides his carnage 

  A wind flew strong upon my hair 
  That told me this is finally her death 
  The storm of dust, made by human ash 
  And structures are found 

  The flames have scorched all remains 
  Apocalypse, the slaughter's realm 
  Come dragon...  it has drank it all