Immolation

Gates from hell,
Crackle with pity,
unleashing the fires,
raising their deity.

The earth falls apart,
your blood gripped sword,
can seal the gate,
prevent the deaths,
from this stillborn fate.

The Vespid spawns,
your blade gripped tight.
you charge forward,
balance the blade,
save this world from eternal blight.

A glaze of flames arise from his hand
and surge to you at his demand.
you raise thy blade and parry the damned.

A sword forged from love, revenge, and tears.
A sword that took the life of your lover,
shall take the wielders life through his years
shall slay the beast who mutilates your dreams.

You twirl the hilt, and point the blade forward.
You take a step back, and then a stab forward.
You feel the sword heat, as it falls into shards,
You feel the demon quake, as you play your last card.