I just got this one:
Burn your fears in the eyes of death
collapsing dreams, dominating power
summoning lightning storms under silent breath
burning the weak under the church bell tower.
Army's of god rumbling in the distance
through the forest seeking my radiance
shining into lost souls of the all mighty one
dark rivers of blood streaming toward the sun .
Sun rises full of memories , enchanted stories
as carcasses disintegrate into the earth's crust
death became my living glory
until I meet my fate ill be swirling up the dust.
Taking satanic rituals into society's eyes
re-writing the holy book of lies
creating a new path for man kind
where only honor you can find.
-Death
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I loved the gift, but didn't particularly like the poem at one part. The fact that this poem alludes to anything being satanic shows a lack of true knowledge of Halloween and Death as a character himself.