Followed

Softly Treading did the foot
Run fleetly on its path
Face darkened by black soot
Running from burning wrath

Burning Flame, it does seek
Come to me, It will beseach
To feed upon the meak
To fight what they might teach

See the eyes, burning hatred
as it feasts upon the soul
Its hunger darkly sated
as it feeds on who was whole

And that is it my listening friend
A lament for those who fell
For that is it, its come to an end
For those who went to hell