Not a demon was stirring, not even a spark.
The bones were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that dried flesh soon would be there;
The ravergers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of virgins danced in their heads;
And Hellmeat in it's puddle, and Sydonia in his crap
Had just settled down for a long evil nap
When out of the flames there arose such a clatter,
Demons sprang from their holes to see what was the matter.
Away to the edges they flew like a flash,
Tore open the ground and threw fire like mad.
The bloodmoon on the breast of the new-fallen dead
Gave the luster of mid-day to see zombies and undead
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But two human figures, and robots in the rear,
With Strofer and Imperator, so armored and quick,
the demons knew in a moment it would get thick.
More rapid than lightning Strofer's sword did swing.
Demons ran hither and thither, dying and shrieking
For Stro was singing, and his shield all bespattered
Demon after demon were stabbed and beheaded
Imp was laughing, his drone was aroar
Demons were screaming and crying "No More!"
And Stro laughed and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Raverager! now, Zombie! now, Hellmeat and Lasher!
On, Gremlins on Darkspawn! on, Imps and Stalker!
To the top of the rift! to the bottom of the wall!
Now slash away! Burn away! Perish damn you all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
and demons meet shield, sword and guns eye to eye,
its death to all as the holy fire flies,
With Imperator's guns hundreds fall and die.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard towards the end
The stomping and moaning of each massive step.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the firey hell, Sydonia came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his skin all red and was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of heads he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a very evil with skulls around his neck.
His eyes -- how they glowed! his horns all curvy!
His hooves on fire, and teeth all pointy!
His cruel little mouth was drawn up like a snarl,
And the beard of his chin was as black as coal;
The stump of a leg he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke encircled his head made quite the stink;
For Imperator and Strofer the fight was on,
and Hell laughed at them, and said "Bring it on!"
From the top of the wall to the bottom of the pit
Never had Hell, seen such a fit
Death all around them, smoke and the ruin
Imperator and Strofer, in the act of pursuin
Finally the last, Hells final king
With a yell of rage Sydonia casts fire in rings
He battles he does, with Stro and the Imp
The battle was joined, and found the two at the hip
With a final shout of wrath and rage in the air
The devil himself began to feel fear
Strofer's shield sparking with hellfire's glare
While Imperator's guns shot holes in his rear
A loud cry and the helllord quickly retreated
he ran like a sissy, Stro and Imp were elated
Then the two trudged off, their hard work was done
And went to the pub and drank some pints down
Merry Christmas all!!!!
Imperator
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