Hill of Scape-Gallows

Ruins had hung over the old road, standing out against the sky Covered by thunderclouds. Wildfire of lightnings have flashed over and over again, When I've driven the horses at spanking pace to the Hill of Scape-Gallows. Rain beat from heavens as if wishing to wash away the mankind, Which wallowed in sins from Mother Earth's face, and In the opinion of ancient space beings - just stinky dirt, Which is endlessly roting and bringing maggots into this world. Flashes were similar to the heated iron rod in hand of ruthless demon, That became executioner and overseer to helpless, enslaved god, who fetter in chains. In infernal blazes of incessantly beating lightnings, Which torment exhausted lands with lashes of satanic flame, Among illusive flashes, I at last distinguished the black walls of horrify castle... The wind had howled, as frenzied crowd of the vampires, who are weakened By hunger and are yearning for the new victims blood, When I've driven my horses to the walls of Drum-ghoul.