With Evils Thrust, This Fight We Must

In these times of abuse, fear anger! and love's misuse the worst of brutal bullies will give you their excuse. Annihilation conspires the concocting of conspirators the curse of cringing cruelty has no use for metaphors. Hair-raising alarm, hate-mongers go wrong! an old song a chauvinistic disguise, abhorrently winning envy's prize. Dastardly demons decapitating compassion,…Read more With Evils Thrust, This Fight We Must

The Future I See Condems You And Me

Weary hearts from yesterday, anxious souls know not tomorrow, my euphoric glazes that inattentive dazes, know now of my sorrow. Those masters of manipulation, mystified! thy pending frustrations, yes! the goodwill of men now is exclusive to the group that he's in. Compulsive imprudent mentality, who justify this indecent reality gloom showing on the faces of the needy,…Read more The Future I See Condems You And Me

We All Have It Inside, The Lie To Deny

Do you not recognize me, your allusions are bizarre! I'm in awe! a fool conjures a conspirator, deny the lie in your mental thaw. Those enchanting gestures with your feeble story are unfeasible imaginary tales or hallucinating spells confirms unreasonable. I am familiar with your fabricated fables, fools who are unstable I'm not a sorcerer!…Read more We All Have It Inside, The Lie To Deny

The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me

The Ghost I see, the ghost in me, it must be the cringe from within, this curse for my sins. Wicked ways I have enslaved the hearts of men I'm the task I'm the lash, they fall, a heap of trash. They came to loot! lingering sting tasting my fruits a delightful demise! this demeaning…Read more The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me

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