through possession killing their killers with these hands, my hands. To grant me their visions, their last seconds from the world, it's not dreams I wake from
A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. A thousand hearts to
shal be taken by my hands I'll tear the pulsing bag of shit from your chest and burn it before your eyes Upon your grave I shall stand as a monument
of this earth, retribution fuels an unholy rebirth. Break free the chains of this earth for retribution. We rise! We have risen from the grief of the grave
Forsaken in past passages. Told through the eyes of legends. The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. From this
I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with the likes of your past. I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands. Clawing
Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls. The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls. Passing through a candlelit
since the dawn of time it?s been told that the path of the righteous will lead us to glory and through our convictions we?re born anew with the blood
shall be opened revealing truth in your lies holding you down by the weights of your falseness, for all to see as they rip the bowels out from your mouth
hell. It's gong to start from the inside out, and take down every fiber of your being. You've become a spectacle. It's going to start from the inside
Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and
among us see this plague manifest from your scorn and the echoes from revenants of your horror's past shall torment your mind see hallow ties to a world, build from
worthless eyes from their heads and swill from their slitted necks My cannibalistic dreams come alive As I gaze upon this blood orgy from my ungodly throne
what yearns for flesh suspended consciousness reviled Such bitterness at rest will have you clasping for cherished light that has been smothered By the hands of fiends Lungs collapse from
to it. You can assume all you want, but when the sun burns out and the freeze begins, its going to be that much harder to pull the words from your lips
And the time shall come to pass when we're no longer given breath and then nothing shall see what monsters we have become