The reaper stalks with his hell hound Barghest tonight
to collect the spirits of the damned
beneath darkened skies they travel
the beast leads the way with glowing eyes
It feeds on the essences of the evil
as they are freed by the scythe
devouring them as if they are mere biscuits
allowing them to be digested and tortured slowly
before being passed in to hell's fiery embrace
It has an insatiable hunger for cursed souls
violently tugging at its thick chain
only the patience and strength of its hooded master
prevents it from going on a murderous rampage
All evil should tremble with fear
as they shall be fed to Barghest
the innocent are lucky to flee away to safety
lest they be consumed also
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem