Strike The Match


Strike the match and light the fuse

It matters not which way you choose

A walk this way will clearly be bringing

The thundering roar of Hells Bells ringing


Take the road all too easily chosen

Seek a souls eternity painfully frozen

Follow the path of the righteously unsung

Absolute truth in “only the good die young”


A rat in a trap, it’s a catch twenty two

Damned if you don’t, damned if you do

Who makes the rules in this sickening game?

I need to know where to point finger of blame


Dreadful things happen to the best of us all

As malevolence thrives, never taking the fall

Take the good with the bad is what they all say

I say fight, letting chips fall where they may


So take not my words of vengeance so lightly

A beacon of salvation shines ever so brightly

Sulfur chokes the sky as flames burn the ocean

The match struck, retribution is set in motion


Rise To The Occasion

waking the dead

Once again an infrequent occasion is upon us

The time when calendar coincides with moon

In night sky our lunar bystander shines full

As if to cast a spotlight on dire circumstance


Time has arrived for the quiet to be interrupted

As the silent ones shall once again be heard

Some recently suppressed, others quelled for ages

Mystic prophecy proclaims they shall rise again


As the world turns, so now does the sacred earth

Coming alive with such a terrifying resurrection

Souls of the wrongfully dead reunite with mortal remains

As the unholiest of all reanimations comes into being


From the ancient natives ruthlessly killed for their land

To innocent bystanders taken away from family and love

All shall now be given a chance at vengeful retribution

Their time for retaliation is upon us as corpses walk again


A reclamation of life to seek vengeance has been granted

With an evil twist that could not be expected or prevented

 Innocent and guilty alike shall fall victim to this uprising

There will be no escaping this insurrection of the damned


So hastily say your prayers, make peace with your maker

Plead that your fate should be dealt swiftly and mercifully

For our time has run out and the tables have been turned

Predestined apocalypse on this Friday the 13th’s full moon