Ground Zero [Nordic Discord Challenge]

At Ground Zero, the church bells scream, choking on the dead, Tombstones carve your screaming name in blood that’s running red. I crawled through hell on coffin nails, rust beneath these bones, Now the reaper's tuned to my heartbeat—let the slaughter begin. I was the last freak standing as the world went up in flames, A pentagram in graveyard dirt marks every soul I claimed. But even monsters turn to dust— While maggots chant and crawl through what’s left of us. This is Ground Zero, where the seraphs bleed and cry, Where dying screams make devils multiply. No more wings, no more prayers to salvage my soul— At Ground Zero, the reaper gets his toll! I've seen prophets sell their halos for a switchblade and a grave, Watched demons tear their hearts out for the carnage that they crave. I kept the gates from shattering, bled the scars alone, Now the veil is torn and rotting, and I'm standing on my own. The war inside is roaring, talons against the light, Every corpse I buried claws its way to blackened night. If the books of heaven and hell both scream my name— Let the worms judge and assign the blame. This is Ground Zero, where the seraphs bleed and cry, Where dying screams make devils multiply. No more wings, no more prayers to salvage my soul— At Ground Zero, the reaper gets his toll! This! Is! Ground! Zero! Hear the heart's last beat hit the ground, Heaven’s shattered, hell comes vomiting all around. I'll douse my immortality in holy gasoline— At Ground Zero, I choose the fire. I choose the fight. This! Is! Ground! Zero! Hear the heart's last beat hit the ground, Heaven’s shattered, hell comes vomiting all around. I'll douse my immortality in holy gasoline— At Ground Zero, I choose the fire. I choose the fight. I AM THE MONSTER.