Spells lay dagger
s before me
Passion speaks in grue
vehement stabs
Trance my eyes,
fix my focus to pain
The tumor grows until
the enemy is slain
Slight- less storm
Knee- deep in hate, I seethe
My purpose here has woken to breath
Total war on the brethren of men
Millions regardless,
dying by my hand
A black age of fire
Brief in its vicious eloquence
Removing the dross
Love will arise from the
ashes of your loss
Then and only then
Will the pleasure of Eden
be mine
And the sinews of life itself will be tied
In the very veins of my bloodline
And their tears tasted sweet
I will rule as a king
And the Goddess will sit
As my guiding Queen
In the glory of the earth
Our crowns are studded
With the jewels of blasphemy
Blasphemy
Slight- less storm
Knee- deep in hate, I seethe
My purpose here
has woken to breath
Total war on the
brethren of men
Millions regardless,
dying by my hand
Your blood is the life
Your blood is the life
I seek to evoke a new order in Man
A flood of compulsion to
resurrect Khem
The lion is vexed to uproot
and descend
Chaos my steed in the
thick, clinging dust
Tempering weapons of criminal lust
I hold sway from the East
to fulfill prophecies
Thinning the cause as fresh
cells to disease
Your blood is the life
Your blood is the life
Even the moon,
will not lend thee her light
The darkness serves will to
snuff out human life
That I might reclaim
the world as my right
I kill without scruple or silent regret
In haunts of the sinister
lunar aspect
For I am the pleasure that comes
from your pain
Tiny red miracles falling like rain
The incessant walls of
death surrounds me
But this is not the part of
me that wishes to breed
There will be no
dread thereafter
The mysteries, I reveal unto thee
I stir the hearts of the wisest
By the fools, I will always be feared
My kingdom feeds off their
slaughter
A crescendo of passion
bleeding
On the pale reflection of dawn
De vour the sun