Horror of the Soul Cauldron

Kisses come to my lips as darkness rises from ashes,

wintered hearts glazes over and this blasphemy,

is a dream come true?

Resistance is late to the hopeless,

rendering this shadow a God to the undead.

The lantern for mankind is dimming,

ever close to the brink of eternal destruction.

Lustful treasure ingrained in hyper minds,

swords thrill these cold throats of humanity.

Enslaved to perform upon disembowelment,

procreation in filthy sewers continues this unroyal lineage.

Enflamed from desperation,

lone hand kills the martyr at will.

Wretched spells from hallowed sorcerers,

terror upon the fold of minds.

Deadly scribed words tune the edge of the crimson pen.

Hell is heaven to a few bones that lay,

quietly in the earthly home.

Called sorrow forth to these bleeding lips,

blood dries on these soiled floors.

Eyes lifeless to the abuse of our women,

interlocking laws shatter the window panes tranquility.

Silence is the elven dagger,

becoming the ill fate of the speaker.

Chords of human logs are ablaze upon the altar of horror and my heart is warmed like a fiery stake. I chose to be

I may never feel the strength of her love,

I may never taste her lips on a spring day.

I chose to be lifeless,

and I chose to turn away.

Leaving behind a legacy of cruelty and despair,

this raging snowstorm in my heart is eternal.

Wrathful in disguise as the silver sun glows,