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

No! My Son, You Shall Not Rest

No! my son, you shall not rest a sullen bastard child unworthy before nobles and kings. Spiteful unprincipled men of prodigious wealth, vile jackals of parasites who plunder the people's purse. You shall rise before the people of the land, I a mother with God's blessing hand, raised a lion among men. Go forth my…Read more No! My Son, You Shall Not Rest

Destiny Declines, Divinity Not Mine

This fascination with these whimsical whispers! curiously crude the current creators are resistors. Witnessing realms where clairvoyant's clarity looms, the mythical plotting of your doom! real damn soon. Eyes of your tomb, bewitched is worst then gloom, In the sands of time distance of mind will consume. Peel back the fallacies of the foolish who…Read more Destiny Declines, Divinity Not Mine

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