Is this Hell&;#063;

Sitting in the silence,
singing quiet songs of pain.
Hear the king's scream of terror,
it is almost the end of his reign.

As the night is falling,
one can almost hear them.
In the silence see them falling,
stolen angels with blackened wings.

Haloes chipped and some are broken,
Dreading screams, they are his token.
You've seen the molten sunset?
Darkness' angel, he has spoken.

He has come to avenge,
for infinite domination does he strain.
The sweat of his smoking comrades,
on that forever burning plain.

Death is only once,
But Hell, it is eternal.
An endless river of tears,
and a constantly towering inferno.