screams of no reply

Love for the Devil, is why we're unified
Our ships leave at dawn
Beneath our ships are tears of a thousand
In woe, we mustn't feel badly for them
My ship however, leaves in the midnight
Just in time to lose my old fragile mind, for the Armageddon is to commence
It ain't easy to listen to the faint beat of the drums when I think of my blues hearted lady of which I left (my deepest condolences, deeper than the Atlantic)
but the light of the stars above shine my path
On my voyage to the Yerushalayim
When suddenly, in the still of the night, the ocean began to tremble. . .
The far-away laughter of drunken sailors back in port
And the sudden joy of mischievous adolescents and feasting in the city of Kingston that I could still hear turned into cries of help and howls of pain.
My ears could listen as far away as to hear the fallen angels tearing through human flesh and tissue
I could only imagine those bastards razing through Kingston with a lack of mind
Good Lord, tell my Guardian Angel
That i'm coming home