Your Task Who’s Face is Under The Mask

Peeled clean beneath the mask you wear your wicked spirit rejecting your minds hold on your chosen reality, still undaunted by this confusion concealed by your lack of morality Descending into the blighted reaches of humanity lay your rancid heart picking at the scabs of a rotting soul, feel thy sting in the bitter cold.  …Read more Your Task Who’s Face is Under The Mask

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