Thousand different paths

So many sterile ends

I chose the Devil's path

Never shall the sun kiss my face

And caress me with it's burning light

For I dwell

Satan My Master

I slit my wrists to drain me of my blood

Satan My Master

Up side

Welcome to the abandoned land

Come on in, child; take my hand

Here there's no work or play

Only one bill to pay

There's just five words to say

As you go down,

A mental inner vortex

as possessions through a wolf's eye

Envisioning the eclipse

No longer to be blinded by a sunrise

In this final benediction

Confronted

Infected by invalid behaviour

While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction

Confess to slavery for the world saviour

Give

The battle raged on and on

Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man

Consistently, without the eyes to see

By those who revel

You have returned to the torture-chambers

To find peace among the rotting corpses

You have returned to the execution place

To inhale

Under Korpens Vinger

The quest for Azunda hath drawn near

The young king, the chaos he brings

With iron grip's sword, chants

When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep

And the volant funeral crows are watching

Like evil omens in shadowed murmur

They welcome me again

Agonized