Lord Of Flies — Gehenna

Above the earth swarm thousands On the ground they run by the sign of the sun In the wastes summons a voice A voice of destruction, the calls for stavation Abomination towards the sun Now there is nowhere to run

Foul and cursed A home of ugliness, torture and pain

Take me there

The horror that hides behinds this supernatural being Foul and cursed

The stench of this desert What have I done?

He is Lord of Flies