Towards The High Heaven

The clowds are burning 
And the sky turns black 
This deamon comes 
With nothing but hate 
And vengeance for his feeble race 

He brings destruction 
Enshrined by his grace 
Devouring lost souls 
And caging them 
Within his black heart 

Soon he will come 
More powerfull than ever 
Bringing destruction 
Towards the high heaven