Stroke Of Sin

Stroke Of Sin:

With one stroke

Black like lead

Numbing the senses

Illusions devour the mind

Spiriting away the host's soul

Crunch, munch, wails, agony

Red drips from burning flags

Crowns of precious jewels

Shattered and left to rust

Scattering into dust

Of civilizations golden age

Has descended into the bleak era.