Damn! I Like My Tuna Fish

If we devastate the land under our feet, we will not sleep defoliate the Amazon Rain Forest until death is complete. This foolishness must be task or fear bacteria's backlash beachfront property paying cash, you and me just the trash. Carbon dioxide choking the breeze! whistle when you wheeze the black stuff if you sneeze,…Read more Damn! I Like My Tuna Fish

He Who Would Be King

Empty heads wicked hearts oh vile frail! fallow men vipers we plucked, maggot infused flesh festering rut. Look into the shallow inners of this beast! no release, fanatic cries! zealots, not herd, agony! should be stirred. We speak his evil will, your succubus will conceal her ills in a roll of the dice wraith! is…Read more He Who Would Be King

Welcome To The Dark Side

We see the dark side in your wicked soul, your nakedness! a blood kiss from a corpse turning cold. Render thy will for hollow hills of horror howls, your manifestation the martyr! to be slaughtered at the altar. Heed you loathsome harlot before his majesty of misery cast down the last of thy faith in…Read more Welcome To The Dark Side

Commandments Confrontations, Man’s Condemnations

You will atone! for your pagan perversion of deity a chorus of infidelity demagoguery! inflammatory proclivities. The incessant dogma of hedonism over baptism a congregation embroiled in the dark disciplines of Satanism. Savior this sinful society your shrine before its altar. virtue's validation! vibrations bring verification! the alter will falter. Repent! before the ritual rites…Read more Commandments Confrontations, Man’s Condemnations

Tears Of Blood

There is dissent among the envious in deceit fools will fallow, depressed disposable! the meek. Healing the hapless the hopeful we shall keep Will faithful tears of blood flow for the weak I seek. Hear not the cheats chant chastising the challenged fear a fallow falseness of frailty focused! unbalanced. Bold the barren base of…Read more Tears Of Blood

Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold

So come let us drink to the doomed souls of foolish men your chastity I'll consume, my fathers seed in your womb. The dread before the deed, crisis cruelty conjure my needs Yes! a beast will feast in disbelief, idyllic beauty will cease. Hear howls in cries running cold, then what about the crows hollow…Read more Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold