Images parade behind sorrowed eyes

Snapshots of tortured languishing lives

Homes and families both torn apart

Lives disrupted seek an unfamiliar start

Children search for humanity, in desperation

While crawling through the ruble of destruction

Listening to the mournful moans, the suffering wail

The soundtrack of hopelessness from their horrific tale

Motionless bodies lay quietly from the order of a single man

His volatile ambition compels him to do anything he can

For it is his believe that death is justified for personal gain

Death and destruction roam the playground of the insane

His henchmen are equally evil with black hearts from hell

As they go beyond his orders to inflict malice in fine detail

A timeless script that plays on a loop in histories archives

Of murderous leaders who have no value for other’s lives

Smugly they sit in the den of iniquity and glorify the Dragon

He in turn commends them for the great evil they’ve done

The martyrs will rise from your killing fields to enjoy eternity

You and your collaborators will writhe in unbelievable agony

So, sit on your pile of bones reveling in your own false glory

Your infamy was sealed while dreaming of your implied victory

But the Lake of Fire awaits you and all your brothers grim

With unquenchable pain from every torture there’s ever been