The herald of doom

A figure crawling from the pit
From the cradle of brimstone
The home of fire

Spawned from the dark womb
From the cradle of flames
The home of fire

Burning, decaying, torn flags in the infernal wind
Reeking, rotting, torn bodies at bloodshed's end

Eternal wrath in his eyes
He holds the key in his grasp
Within his ghoulish hand
Now death stalks the land

Revenge scorching his soul
He tears open the final gate
The harbinger of gloom
The herald of doom