Hundred Hounds of Hell
Gentleman Death, a Hell Hound Breeder
Imprisoned the Artist so he could make her
Find a way to live forever
Which went against her very nature
That was to end her kind forever.
While his brother’s face he wore
Creatures, a menagerie of the macabre he forged
With Immortal Artist, her demon ward
A pound of flesh, a boy malformed
Of Legion, wolf bane, a brother gored
From wolfen womb a child is torn.
From whence shall spring his vicious hoard.
Inside this gallery, within these cells
Lies the beasts, these Hounds of Hell
Born of he, known only as Gabriel.
These Hounds of legend, hounds of lore
Allowed to ravage, feast and gore
Loosed upon this world to roar
Harbingers of death, forevermore.
A Hundred Hounds shall he create
To avenge the wrongs that SHE doth make
The Creator, God, his very Mother
Her demon ward, his Angelic brother
All shall suffer, all must pay
With YOUR lives this very day.
Heed my warning, listen well
That you may survive Hundred Hounds Of Hell.