"Hail Satan...". "Gentlemen: Destroy!". . The memories far beyond the reckoning. Have begun to lurk in the distance. Like visual objects dearly known.
The battle raged on and on. Fueled by the venom of hatred for man. Consistently without the eyes to see. For those who revel in sewer equally. . We, the prosperity of the future seal.
Aww yeah. Master of disharmony. Welcome my tainted soul. Take me from the hordes of the living. Into blessed darkness. . Master of disorder. Take my impure flesh.
Incarnated marvels simplefied, effects from such a disconsalate kind. Impotence of the once so perfect living, erase and rewind. Stand rigid for the next battle, peace means reloading your guns.
Never shall the sun kiss my face. And caress me with its burning light. For I dwell in the shadows. And sleep side by side with death. In dark desire, I embrace the whore.
Cuddled through a cold womb he was. Pitch black and without sunshine rays. Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil. A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die.