Black Demon *creator*
the sacrifice was made acceptable to his hand...
Waiting
Waiting for the inevitable
the final test of all
guidance by the abdomitable
gently comes the fall
The mist rises but not alone
he steps through softly no sound
ornate staff grasped by bone
the heavy cloak seems to surround
Darker than night
Swirling the void
Beckoning hand
Distant embrace
What of the past?
judgement of good or ill
whispers passing by fast
whispering
whispering of nill
Forward to the chill embrace
symbols symbols the shadows trace
becoming of the Lied
destiny's knot has tied...
Last Rant
Do you feel my rage...
As I stare from the burning place...
Rattling my obsession cage...
Have you acknowledged my shadow face...
Did you feel my pain...
When your betrayal and lies began...
The biting acid rain...
Of your soul destruction plan...
What was that mock empathy...
When you sneered my feelings were at fault...
Can I thank you for the apathy...
Residing in my flame scarred heart's vault...
Mine eyes now see the truth bitter...
And your base denials blaze the mist...
For your lies overlaying truth poorly filter...
Against absolvement of the blade upon my wrist...
Jihad of The Word
The drums are pounding the call
Forward the regiments lumber
Vortexes open above armies all
Souls are weapons that encumber
Feel the pulsing darkness invade
Feel the demons embraced
Watching from the pallisade
Blown apart by the echoing waste
They burnt the house of our holy
They murdered our people
Why shouldn't we use their folly
To take their rampant steeples
'Tis the use of the god's name
Turning all against
They cannot see the flame
Of the false holy sense
The smoke flees the plain
Revealing the holy slaughter
Hiding behind their god's name
Using the souls as barter
Welcome to a shadowed table...
And through the darkened doorway stands...