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Perspective three
How could this be he was found guilty
Now he is free
How could this happen to me
How could not see
I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise
I can hardly walk or talk
I crawl along blackened streets
I close my eyes to try and hear her voice
But all I can see is blood filled sheets
I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise
I think of laying in her death bed
And all thoughts that ran through her head
The place in which she once left safe
Ripped from in a cruel twist of faith
I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise
I am horrified to try to understand
My god death this cruelest of hand
And even though he death so she kept her faith the final blow
The blood stained rosary beads and the letter that told he horrible deeds
Now I have laid her to rest
I wear my vengeance as a crest
Now he is free
How could this happen to me
How could not see
I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise
I can hardly walk or talk
I crawl along blackened streets
I close my eyes to try and hear her voice
But all I can see is blood filled sheets
I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise
I think of laying in her death bed
And all thoughts that ran through her head
The place in which she once left safe
Ripped from in a cruel twist of faith
I cry myself to sleep
Think of my daughter and this creep
I let him into our lives
A loving figure was his disguise
I am horrified to try to understand
My god death this cruelest of hand
And even though he death so she kept her faith the final blow
The blood stained rosary beads and the letter that told he horrible deeds
Now I have laid her to rest
I wear my vengeance as a crest
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Posted: Sep 2014
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"DAEMON" 5/24/2012
THE TURN OF EVIL.
INFERNAL NAMES.
ETERNAL DEMON.
BORN TO REIGN.
PLEDGED IN BLOOD.
SACRAFICIED IN RITUAL.
A DEVIL'S LUST.
THE DOORWAY TO HELL...
HEAR THE BELLS OF ACHERON RING.
SENT TO THE HELL OF ALL OF YOUR DREAMS.
A FORCE UNNAMED, CRAVING IT'S FEAST.
SO, PREPARE TO BE THE FOOD FOR THE SPAWNS OF THE BEAST...
HEAR THE BELLS OF ACHERON RING.
SENT TO THE HELL OF ALL OF YOUR DREAMS.
A FORCE UNNAMED, CRAVING IT'S FEAST.
SO, PREPARE TO BE THE FOOD FOR THE SPAWNS OF THE BEAST...
TURN THE KEY.
THEY'RE UNLEASHED.
THE FALLEN ANGELS.
IN THE GRAVE BENEATH.
SUMMONING DAEMONS.
CHARON OF STYX.
HARVESTING SOULS.
FOR A DEMON'S KISS...
HEAR THE VOICES WITHIN YOUR MIND.
LOOK INSIDE TO SEE WHAT WE FIND.
NOCTURNAL HORRORS FROM BEYOND THE BLACKEST REALM.
THE PAIN IS IN SERVICE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE FELL...
HEAR THE VOICES INSIDE YOUR MIND.
LOOK INSIDE TO SEE WHAT WE FIND.
NOCTURNAL HORRORS FROM BEYOND THE BLACKEST REALM.
THE PAIN IS IN SERVICE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE FELL...
THESE EVIL INCLINATIONS ARE OF THE VISIONS OF NIGHTMARISH DREAMS.
AND THOSE SINISTER MECHINATIONS INSPIRE THE CONCEPT OF WHAT LIES BURIED BENEATH...
THE SCRIPT THAT WAS WRITTEN IN BLOOD WAS BORN THROUGH THE SUFFERING YOU CHARISHED INSIDE.
AND IN THE MIDST OF THE CHAOS BESTOWED IS THE BECOMING OF A SPIRIT WHO BEARS DEMISE...
NOCTURNAL VISIONS.
PREYING ON FEARS.
NIGHTMARE ETERNAL.
NO PRAYERS FOR TEARS.
THE ONE WHO SPEAKS.
IN ANCIENT RHYME.
MORGOTH BECKONS.
THE LEGIONS ARISE...
THE INFERNAL NAMES OF THE HOLOCAUST ARE AWAITING YOU.
IN THE FINAL HOURS, THE END BECOMES THE BITTER TRUTH.
THROUGH THE BLOODBATH IN LUCIFER'S DOMAIN, DROWNING IN ALL OF YOUR SCREAMS.
FOR, WHEN SATAN IS UNLEASHED, HIS CHARIOT WILL SWIM ACCROSS ETERNITY...
THE INFERNAL NAMES OF THE HOLOCAUST ARE AWAITING YOU.
IN THE FINAL HOURS, THE END BECOMES THE BITTER TRUTH.
THROUGH THE BLOODBATH IN LUCIFER'S DOMAIN, DROWNING IN ALL OF YOUR SCREAMS.
FOR, WHEN SATAN IS UNLEASHED, HIS CHARIOT WILL SWIM ACCROSS ETERNITY...
INFERNAL NAMES.
ETERNAL DEMON.
BORN TO REIGN.
PLEDGED IN BLOOD.
SACRAFICIED IN RITUAL.
A DEVIL'S LUST.
THE DOORWAY TO HELL...
HEAR THE BELLS OF ACHERON RING.
SENT TO THE HELL OF ALL OF YOUR DREAMS.
A FORCE UNNAMED, CRAVING IT'S FEAST.
SO, PREPARE TO BE THE FOOD FOR THE SPAWNS OF THE BEAST...
HEAR THE BELLS OF ACHERON RING.
SENT TO THE HELL OF ALL OF YOUR DREAMS.
A FORCE UNNAMED, CRAVING IT'S FEAST.
SO, PREPARE TO BE THE FOOD FOR THE SPAWNS OF THE BEAST...
TURN THE KEY.
THEY'RE UNLEASHED.
THE FALLEN ANGELS.
IN THE GRAVE BENEATH.
SUMMONING DAEMONS.
CHARON OF STYX.
HARVESTING SOULS.
FOR A DEMON'S KISS...
HEAR THE VOICES WITHIN YOUR MIND.
LOOK INSIDE TO SEE WHAT WE FIND.
NOCTURNAL HORRORS FROM BEYOND THE BLACKEST REALM.
THE PAIN IS IN SERVICE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE FELL...
HEAR THE VOICES INSIDE YOUR MIND.
LOOK INSIDE TO SEE WHAT WE FIND.
NOCTURNAL HORRORS FROM BEYOND THE BLACKEST REALM.
THE PAIN IS IN SERVICE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE FELL...
THESE EVIL INCLINATIONS ARE OF THE VISIONS OF NIGHTMARISH DREAMS.
AND THOSE SINISTER MECHINATIONS INSPIRE THE CONCEPT OF WHAT LIES BURIED BENEATH...
THE SCRIPT THAT WAS WRITTEN IN BLOOD WAS BORN THROUGH THE SUFFERING YOU CHARISHED INSIDE.
AND IN THE MIDST OF THE CHAOS BESTOWED IS THE BECOMING OF A SPIRIT WHO BEARS DEMISE...
NOCTURNAL VISIONS.
PREYING ON FEARS.
NIGHTMARE ETERNAL.
NO PRAYERS FOR TEARS.
THE ONE WHO SPEAKS.
IN ANCIENT RHYME.
MORGOTH BECKONS.
THE LEGIONS ARISE...
THE INFERNAL NAMES OF THE HOLOCAUST ARE AWAITING YOU.
IN THE FINAL HOURS, THE END BECOMES THE BITTER TRUTH.
THROUGH THE BLOODBATH IN LUCIFER'S DOMAIN, DROWNING IN ALL OF YOUR SCREAMS.
FOR, WHEN SATAN IS UNLEASHED, HIS CHARIOT WILL SWIM ACCROSS ETERNITY...
THE INFERNAL NAMES OF THE HOLOCAUST ARE AWAITING YOU.
IN THE FINAL HOURS, THE END BECOMES THE BITTER TRUTH.
THROUGH THE BLOODBATH IN LUCIFER'S DOMAIN, DROWNING IN ALL OF YOUR SCREAMS.
FOR, WHEN SATAN IS UNLEASHED, HIS CHARIOT WILL SWIM ACCROSS ETERNITY...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
I really dont have much to say about this one... it's the title track for it's own album. "DAEMON"
Gothic Hill
Who are these small determined figures
with turbaned heads
coming
to doric temples
in fifteenth-century galleons
with
medieval castles
in the background?
They speak
& gesture in the halflight,
bring
cattle, parcels
to the classic shore
below the gothic hill.
Sunlight moonlight twilight starlight
gleams across
a stagey sea.
Clouds toss. Sails fill.
Windlessly,
what banners wave?
Whose landscape
is this mind?
Whose bluish breasts became
these castled hills?
Whose darkness is
this winter afternoon?
Whose darkness is
this darkening gallery?
Turn softly mind, wind,
Claude Lorrain,
Turner’s making
light of Venice,
showing
his true
colors.
~SAS
with turbaned heads
coming
to doric temples
in fifteenth-century galleons
with
medieval castles
in the background?
They speak
& gesture in the halflight,
bring
cattle, parcels
to the classic shore
below the gothic hill.
Sunlight moonlight twilight starlight
gleams across
a stagey sea.
Clouds toss. Sails fill.
Windlessly,
what banners wave?
Whose landscape
is this mind?
Whose bluish breasts became
these castled hills?
Whose darkness is
this winter afternoon?
Whose darkness is
this darkening gallery?
Turn softly mind, wind,
Claude Lorrain,
Turner’s making
light of Venice,
showing
his true
colors.
~SAS
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Posted: Sep 2014
Post Comment"FOREVER ETCHED IN MEMORY" 6/15/2013
I REMEMBER ALL THAT ONCE WAS REAL TO ME WITHIN MY LIFE.
AND HOW THOSE THOUGHTS WERE BURNT, SO DEEP WITHIN MY TORTURED AND INSANED MIND.
I WAS SO VIGILANT IN MY RELENTLESS PURSUIT OF THE WAYS I'D FALLEN UPON THIS EARTH.
EMBRACING THE DARK MEMORIES OF MY PAST, UNJUST THROUGH THE BIRTH OF MY CURSE...
OH, HOW THE HATRED FELL UPON ME, DEEP WITHIN ALL OF MY DREAMS.
TREADING UPON A DARKENING PATH, ECLIPSED BY MY VERY SCREAM.
GAZING INSIDE, WHERE THE TRUTHS CAN NOT HIDE, WHERE MY SILENT CRIES CAN NOT BE HEARD.
CALLING OUT INSIDE TWILIGHTS DESCENT, UNTO THE DEMON SPAT OF MY UNHOLY REBIRTH...
WILL THE DARKNESS TRULY LAST FOREVER IN THE VOID MY MIND HAD DEFINED?
I'VE HEARD THE VOICES CALLING TO ME IN THE NIGHT, WHERE THE TRUTHS WERE MAINTAINED BY MY VERY DESIGN...
AHHH... HOW THE DEPTH OF MY BEATING HEART WAS BLED UNTO THE PANTHIUM OF MY SACRAFICE.
FOR THE STAINED, MYSELF, UNTO ME IS NOW JUDGED, THROUGH DARK REFLECTIONS CAST... UPON THE MIRROR DEEP INSIDE.
AHHH...
THIS LIFE WAS MEASURED BY THE INSANITY CAST FROM A FATHERLESS DEMON.
INDULGING WITHIN THE WICKED LUST OF DARKENED PASSIONS.
KILLING THE GRACE WITHIN THE SOUL, FOR IT WAS TRULY MURDERED.
FOREVER ETCHED IN MY MEMORY WAS THE LIFE OF A BAST*RD...
AND HOW THOSE THOUGHTS WERE BURNT, SO DEEP WITHIN MY TORTURED AND INSANED MIND.
I WAS SO VIGILANT IN MY RELENTLESS PURSUIT OF THE WAYS I'D FALLEN UPON THIS EARTH.
EMBRACING THE DARK MEMORIES OF MY PAST, UNJUST THROUGH THE BIRTH OF MY CURSE...
OH, HOW THE HATRED FELL UPON ME, DEEP WITHIN ALL OF MY DREAMS.
TREADING UPON A DARKENING PATH, ECLIPSED BY MY VERY SCREAM.
GAZING INSIDE, WHERE THE TRUTHS CAN NOT HIDE, WHERE MY SILENT CRIES CAN NOT BE HEARD.
CALLING OUT INSIDE TWILIGHTS DESCENT, UNTO THE DEMON SPAT OF MY UNHOLY REBIRTH...
WILL THE DARKNESS TRULY LAST FOREVER IN THE VOID MY MIND HAD DEFINED?
I'VE HEARD THE VOICES CALLING TO ME IN THE NIGHT, WHERE THE TRUTHS WERE MAINTAINED BY MY VERY DESIGN...
AHHH... HOW THE DEPTH OF MY BEATING HEART WAS BLED UNTO THE PANTHIUM OF MY SACRAFICE.
FOR THE STAINED, MYSELF, UNTO ME IS NOW JUDGED, THROUGH DARK REFLECTIONS CAST... UPON THE MIRROR DEEP INSIDE.
AHHH...
THIS LIFE WAS MEASURED BY THE INSANITY CAST FROM A FATHERLESS DEMON.
INDULGING WITHIN THE WICKED LUST OF DARKENED PASSIONS.
KILLING THE GRACE WITHIN THE SOUL, FOR IT WAS TRULY MURDERED.
FOREVER ETCHED IN MY MEMORY WAS THE LIFE OF A BAST*RD...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This song is on the album i wrote called "DARKNESS... FOREVER... "its a great lyrical masterpiece. i am my own worst judge of my writings. not every thing i write is great work. cause ive written stuff that i, myself didnt like the way they turned out. but this one is one of my personal favorites. hope u like it...
"THE BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST" 7/15/2012
IS IT THE ENDLESS SUFFERING THAT GROWS.
WITH ALL OF THE MISERY THAT DEATHLY FLOWS?
OR IS IT THE DESTINED REALITIES THAT WE EMBRACE?
FOR, IN THE MIRROR IS THE FACE OF A TRUTH EXPOSED...
THERE LIES SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE OF YOUR SOUL.
THAT WAS BURIED DEEP INSIDE OF YOU.
IS IT OF THE DARK, OR IS IT OF THE LIGHT?
FOR, ALL THOSE FEARS WE FACE ARE OF A HALLOWED TRUTH...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
BRINGS YOU TO YOUR KNEES AS IF IT WERE YOUR LAST...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
WITH ALL THE CHAOS THAT SORROUNDS YOU, ALL YOUR NIGHTMARES COME AT LAST...
IS IT THE HUNGER WITHIN WHICH FEEDS THE LUST FOR SIN?
OR A s*xual THIRST FOR ALL THE BLOOD THAT WAS GIVEN TO THEM?
IS IT THE DEEP, DARK TRUTHS THAT RESIDE INSIDE YOUR MIND?
OR THE TWISTED NEEDS OF THE DEVIL THAT YOU ARE SURE TO FIND?...
IS IT THE POWERS OF DARK MAGICK THAT HIDES WITHIN YOUR WEARY SOUL?
FOR, ALL OF YOUR DESIRES ARE CRAVED WHEN EVER YOU LOSE CONTROL.
IS IT THE FILTH WHICH SHEDS IT'S STINK ALL AROUND AND THROUGHOUT THE VOID?
OR DO THEY FEAST UPON YOUR INNER REMAINS! CAN YOU NOT HEAR THEIR VOICE?...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
FOR, IN THE DARKNESS OF THE WELL, DAMNATION COMES TO PASS...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
THE TRUTHS WON'T BE DENIED THROUGH THE EVIL THAT BURNS YOUR AS*...
SINS ARE NIW COMPLETE, JUDGEMENTS ARE NOW CALLING.
KNOW THE DEPTHS OF THE DEED, FOR WITHIN YOUR SOUL LIES DARK DEALINGS...
IS IT THE LIES AND THE DECIET AND THE BETRAYELS YOU DARED TO SOW?
OR IS IT YOUR SPOKEN WORDS UPON SATAN'S NIGHT, DETHRONED.
IS IT THE FEARS THAT ARE HIDDEN SO DEEP WITHIN YOUR BEING.
FOR THE MINIPULATION OF YOUR INTELLECT, FOR THE COST OF YOUR TRUE DECIEVING?..
IS THIS THE PATHWAY TO YOUR MADNESS, THROUGH THE INSANITY THAT LIES INSIDE.
OR IS THE POWERS OF DARKNESS AT WORK TO CONCEAL THE DEMONS THAT YOU HIDE?
IS IT YOUR DREAM TO SETTLE THE SCORE FOR A VENGEANCE THAT REMAINS SO TRUE?
FOR, THE BLOOD IS NOW THICK UPON YOUR HANDS FROM ALL THE EVIL THAT YOU DO...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
DEEP INSIDE YOUR LIFE, YOUR REALITY HAS TURNED TO BLACK.
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
YOUR DESTINY IS NOW CALLING, AND YOUR DEMON STARTS TO LAUGH...
WITH ALL OF THE MISERY THAT DEATHLY FLOWS?
OR IS IT THE DESTINED REALITIES THAT WE EMBRACE?
FOR, IN THE MIRROR IS THE FACE OF A TRUTH EXPOSED...
THERE LIES SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE OF YOUR SOUL.
THAT WAS BURIED DEEP INSIDE OF YOU.
IS IT OF THE DARK, OR IS IT OF THE LIGHT?
FOR, ALL THOSE FEARS WE FACE ARE OF A HALLOWED TRUTH...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
BRINGS YOU TO YOUR KNEES AS IF IT WERE YOUR LAST...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
WITH ALL THE CHAOS THAT SORROUNDS YOU, ALL YOUR NIGHTMARES COME AT LAST...
IS IT THE HUNGER WITHIN WHICH FEEDS THE LUST FOR SIN?
OR A s*xual THIRST FOR ALL THE BLOOD THAT WAS GIVEN TO THEM?
IS IT THE DEEP, DARK TRUTHS THAT RESIDE INSIDE YOUR MIND?
OR THE TWISTED NEEDS OF THE DEVIL THAT YOU ARE SURE TO FIND?...
IS IT THE POWERS OF DARK MAGICK THAT HIDES WITHIN YOUR WEARY SOUL?
FOR, ALL OF YOUR DESIRES ARE CRAVED WHEN EVER YOU LOSE CONTROL.
IS IT THE FILTH WHICH SHEDS IT'S STINK ALL AROUND AND THROUGHOUT THE VOID?
OR DO THEY FEAST UPON YOUR INNER REMAINS! CAN YOU NOT HEAR THEIR VOICE?...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
FOR, IN THE DARKNESS OF THE WELL, DAMNATION COMES TO PASS...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
THE TRUTHS WON'T BE DENIED THROUGH THE EVIL THAT BURNS YOUR AS*...
SINS ARE NIW COMPLETE, JUDGEMENTS ARE NOW CALLING.
KNOW THE DEPTHS OF THE DEED, FOR WITHIN YOUR SOUL LIES DARK DEALINGS...
IS IT THE LIES AND THE DECIET AND THE BETRAYELS YOU DARED TO SOW?
OR IS IT YOUR SPOKEN WORDS UPON SATAN'S NIGHT, DETHRONED.
IS IT THE FEARS THAT ARE HIDDEN SO DEEP WITHIN YOUR BEING.
FOR THE MINIPULATION OF YOUR INTELLECT, FOR THE COST OF YOUR TRUE DECIEVING?..
IS THIS THE PATHWAY TO YOUR MADNESS, THROUGH THE INSANITY THAT LIES INSIDE.
OR IS THE POWERS OF DARKNESS AT WORK TO CONCEAL THE DEMONS THAT YOU HIDE?
IS IT YOUR DREAM TO SETTLE THE SCORE FOR A VENGEANCE THAT REMAINS SO TRUE?
FOR, THE BLOOD IS NOW THICK UPON YOUR HANDS FROM ALL THE EVIL THAT YOU DO...
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
DEEP INSIDE YOUR LIFE, YOUR REALITY HAS TURNED TO BLACK.
DWELLING ON BLACK MEMORIES FROM THE PAST...
YOUR DESTINY IS NOW CALLING, AND YOUR DEMON STARTS TO LAUGH...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This song is the final song on the album i wrote called"UNDER THE VEIL OF THE SUCCUBI" It has 9 songs on this album.
i wrote the 1st 8 songs from July 11th ~ 13th if 2012. Then i took a break.for about 12 or so hours. then i wrote this one on the 15th of july. it took me 12 minutes to write this. i edited this 1 time since i wrote it. i hope u like it. this is actually the lightest song onthe album which every song is darker than this one. and has a lot of. swear words in it... until next time... later
"DECIMATED" 5/14/2012
AN AROMA ASSEMBLES THE CALL.
OF THE BUTCHERED WHO DIED IN VEIN.
SO, WITNESS THE VICTIMS WHO FELL.
ON THE GROUND, THEIR BLOOD IS STAINED...
WITH DISTRESS DISTRIBUTED.
DISTURBING IMAGES DEFINED.
DIVINE DARKNESS IN ITS PUREST FORM
A DOCTRINE REVEALED IN TIME...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
DEVOTED TO THE CAUSE OF PAIN.
DESPAIR REIGNS IN THIS PAINTED SCENE.
MURDER HAS BECOME ORDAINED.
DEATHS PLEDGED IN NIGHTMARISH DREAMS...
SOME CORPSES ARE IN FLAMES.
THROUGH THE WAKE OF SINISTER AGONY.
FOR, THE SMELL OF DEATH REMAINS.
RAINING BLOOD WITH VICIOUS INTENSITY...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
AS CLEAR AS DAYLIGHT.
ARE THE CROWS WHO MAKE THEIR FEAST.
A VILLAGE THAT LIES IN RUINS.
A SACRIFICE FOR A GOTHIC BEAST...
THE WAGES OF SIN WEIGH HEAVY.
ON THE SOUL BEARS THE MARK.
AND THE PAIN WAS FELT BY MANY.
AN INTIMACY SO EVIL AND DARK...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
OF THE BUTCHERED WHO DIED IN VEIN.
SO, WITNESS THE VICTIMS WHO FELL.
ON THE GROUND, THEIR BLOOD IS STAINED...
WITH DISTRESS DISTRIBUTED.
DISTURBING IMAGES DEFINED.
DIVINE DARKNESS IN ITS PUREST FORM
A DOCTRINE REVEALED IN TIME...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
DEVOTED TO THE CAUSE OF PAIN.
DESPAIR REIGNS IN THIS PAINTED SCENE.
MURDER HAS BECOME ORDAINED.
DEATHS PLEDGED IN NIGHTMARISH DREAMS...
SOME CORPSES ARE IN FLAMES.
THROUGH THE WAKE OF SINISTER AGONY.
FOR, THE SMELL OF DEATH REMAINS.
RAINING BLOOD WITH VICIOUS INTENSITY...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
AS CLEAR AS DAYLIGHT.
ARE THE CROWS WHO MAKE THEIR FEAST.
A VILLAGE THAT LIES IN RUINS.
A SACRIFICE FOR A GOTHIC BEAST...
THE WAGES OF SIN WEIGH HEAVY.
ON THE SOUL BEARS THE MARK.
AND THE PAIN WAS FELT BY MANY.
AN INTIMACY SO EVIL AND DARK...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
THEY WERE DECIMATED... DECIMATED...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This song is the first song on one of my lyrical albums i titled "DAEMON" Their are 12 songs on it. Like the other i posted, this one is much darker."ABOMINATIONS OF THE UNIVERSE" 9/20/2012
CHANCE THE POWERS OF UNCERTAINTY.
CHARMED BY THE ENHANCEMENTS LURED BY DESTINY.
DIAGRAMS OF PENTAGRAMS CORRUPT WHAT WAS ONCE INNOCENT.
A DECEPTIONS ASCENTION INTO MADNESS, SOULS TO HELL DESCEND...
FOR THE DISCORD SOWN THROUGH THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE UNIVERSE.
FOR THE CHAOS THAT FULFILLS THE BLACKNESS THROUGH A PANDEMONIUM OF PAIN.
DISCOLOURED BY DISBELIEF, ABANDONED BY LIFE INTO AN EVIL REALM.
IT'S LIKE A FANTASY OF HEAVEN, FIR THE HELL IN REALITY WAS MADE...
IN AN EPIC QUEST, WITHIN THE PLANES OF DAMNATION.
TO FIND THE KEY ENGULFED IN FLAME, FORTOLD IN THE EVIL INCLINATION.
SEARCHING IN WONDEROUS NIGHTMARES TO SEEK OUT THE DEPTHS ENTOMBED IN HORROR.
AND ONCE UPON A TIME TO DIE, YOU LIE WITHIN YOUR CREATED FORLORN...
AT LAST! A DEMON IS NOW BORN...
CHARMED BY THE ENHANCEMENTS LURED BY DESTINY.
DIAGRAMS OF PENTAGRAMS CORRUPT WHAT WAS ONCE INNOCENT.
A DECEPTIONS ASCENTION INTO MADNESS, SOULS TO HELL DESCEND...
FOR THE DISCORD SOWN THROUGH THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE UNIVERSE.
FOR THE CHAOS THAT FULFILLS THE BLACKNESS THROUGH A PANDEMONIUM OF PAIN.
DISCOLOURED BY DISBELIEF, ABANDONED BY LIFE INTO AN EVIL REALM.
IT'S LIKE A FANTASY OF HEAVEN, FIR THE HELL IN REALITY WAS MADE...
IN AN EPIC QUEST, WITHIN THE PLANES OF DAMNATION.
TO FIND THE KEY ENGULFED IN FLAME, FORTOLD IN THE EVIL INCLINATION.
SEARCHING IN WONDEROUS NIGHTMARES TO SEEK OUT THE DEPTHS ENTOMBED IN HORROR.
AND ONCE UPON A TIME TO DIE, YOU LIE WITHIN YOUR CREATED FORLORN...
AT LAST! A DEMON IS NOW BORN...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This song is the first one on the album of lyrics i wrote called"THE DIVINE SPIRIT OF DAMNTION." This album is one of my best masterpieces i had written. heavy & melodic black metal. hope u like this one. i was having a hard time dealing with my ex~wifes death who died Februrary 4th, 2012... Until the next one... stay heavy!!!
"ONE STEP FROM CHAOS" 6/11/2011
A MALICIOUS VOICE WHISPERS FROM DEEP INSIDE YOUR MIND.
AS THE IMAGES OF EVIL DANCE ALL THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT.
FILLED WITH DREAD AND CREEPING TERROR, THE DOORWAY TO HELL AWAITS.
THE LURKERS THAT MOVE IN THE DARKNESS HAVE ARISONED FROM THE GRAVE...
REWARDED WITH THE NECTOR OF PAIN.
NIGHTMARES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
SOUNDS OF TORMENT AWOKE IN DARKNESS.
FOREVERMORE, DWELL IN MADNESS...
THE LAUGHTER OF DEMONS FILL ANCIENT VOID.
YOU'VE BECOME THE CHOSEN ONE, THE ONE WHO MUST BURN.
SPATTERED WITH BLOOD AND BITS OF FLESH, SCREAMS OF MINGLED TERROR.
IT'S THE END OF YOUR WORLD, NOWHERE YOU CAN TURN...
REWARDED WITH THE NECTOR OF PAIN.
NIGHTMARES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
SOUNDS OF TORMENT AWOKE IN DARKNESS.
FOREVERMORE, DWELL IN MADNESS.
IT IS BUT ONE STEP FROM CHAOS...
LOOKING INTO THE DEPTHS IF THE FIRE.
WALKING A ROAD LEADING TO DAMNATION.
BURIED DEEP IN THE DARKEST GRAVE.
GAZE TO YOURSELVES AND EMBRACE YOUR DEMONS...
DEVOTED UNTO THE GODS OF EVIL.
SPAWNED BY THE KINGDOM OF THE DEVIL.
EMBRACE THE INSANITY.
SATAN'S LAW OF MALIGNITY...
THE VOICES SPEAK FROM THE WORLD BEYOND.
"SELL YOUR SOUL TO SATAN..."
THIS IS THE EMBODIMENT OF EVIL.
FROM THE THING THAT LAY UNBURIED WITHIN...
REWARDED WITH THE NECTOR OF PAIN.
NIGHTMARES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
SOUNDS OF TORMENT AWOKE IN DARKNESS.
FOREVERMORE, DWELL IN MADNESS...
IT IS BUT ONE STEP FROM CHAOS...
AS THE IMAGES OF EVIL DANCE ALL THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT.
FILLED WITH DREAD AND CREEPING TERROR, THE DOORWAY TO HELL AWAITS.
THE LURKERS THAT MOVE IN THE DARKNESS HAVE ARISONED FROM THE GRAVE...
REWARDED WITH THE NECTOR OF PAIN.
NIGHTMARES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
SOUNDS OF TORMENT AWOKE IN DARKNESS.
FOREVERMORE, DWELL IN MADNESS...
THE LAUGHTER OF DEMONS FILL ANCIENT VOID.
YOU'VE BECOME THE CHOSEN ONE, THE ONE WHO MUST BURN.
SPATTERED WITH BLOOD AND BITS OF FLESH, SCREAMS OF MINGLED TERROR.
IT'S THE END OF YOUR WORLD, NOWHERE YOU CAN TURN...
REWARDED WITH THE NECTOR OF PAIN.
NIGHTMARES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
SOUNDS OF TORMENT AWOKE IN DARKNESS.
FOREVERMORE, DWELL IN MADNESS.
IT IS BUT ONE STEP FROM CHAOS...
LOOKING INTO THE DEPTHS IF THE FIRE.
WALKING A ROAD LEADING TO DAMNATION.
BURIED DEEP IN THE DARKEST GRAVE.
GAZE TO YOURSELVES AND EMBRACE YOUR DEMONS...
DEVOTED UNTO THE GODS OF EVIL.
SPAWNED BY THE KINGDOM OF THE DEVIL.
EMBRACE THE INSANITY.
SATAN'S LAW OF MALIGNITY...
THE VOICES SPEAK FROM THE WORLD BEYOND.
"SELL YOUR SOUL TO SATAN..."
THIS IS THE EMBODIMENT OF EVIL.
FROM THE THING THAT LAY UNBURIED WITHIN...
REWARDED WITH THE NECTOR OF PAIN.
NIGHTMARES FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
SOUNDS OF TORMENT AWOKE IN DARKNESS.
FOREVERMORE, DWELL IN MADNESS...
IT IS BUT ONE STEP FROM CHAOS...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this one when i was in the halfway house. i was unsure what i was feeling at the time. i do know i was remembering at that time that my step dad left my mom for my girlfriend while i was in prison... this song is on an album of lyrics i wrone consisting of 12 songs called "OF DOOR AND DEMON""SUCCUBUS" 2/2/2011
DEMON... I SEE YOUR SHADOW APPEAR RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES.
THROUGH EVIL... FROM THE PIT YOU'VE COME TO POSSESS MY FLESH TONIGHT.
THOSE SCREAMS... FROM THE BEINGS IN PAIN AND WITH THE CHAOS THAT DWELLS IN THE MIND.
WITH DEATH... IT'S TIME TO DIE AS YOU ASCEND FROM BENEATH THE BURNING LIGHT...
SPRED YOUR C**T WIDE DEMON WH*RE.
AND POSSESS MY SOUL IN THE NIGHT.
COME TO ME AND TASTE MY C**K.
LET YOUR EVIL BECOME MY GUIDE...
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THY ETERNITY.
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THINES DESTINY...
THE HATRED... BEGATS THE RAGE THAT CONSUMES YOUR EVERY THOUGHT.
POSSESSION... OBSESSIONS FOR EVIL DANCES FOR THE HOLOCAUST.
F**KED... WITH ALL OF YOUR LUST, YOU DWELL DEEP IN SIN.
THIS NIGHTMARE... CORRUPTS THE LIGHT AND THE DEMON AWAKENS WITHIN...
YOU ARE THE MASTER, I AM YOUR SLAVE.
I FEED YOUR WILL, FOR I AM YOUR PREY.
THE FIRE INSIDE YOU BURNS MY SOUL.
AND THE DARKNESS WITHIN COMES INTO PLAY...
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THY ETERNITY.
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU AWAITS WITHIN THY DREAMS...
PASSIONS ARE SWEET.
BASKING IN THIS ECSTASY.
THE FLESH IS WEAK.
YOU TAINT THE BLOOD OF ETERNITY...
THE DIRT AND THE FILTH...
THE EVIL TAKES ME WHOLE...
AS I CONFRONT THIS EVIL,
THE DARKNESS BURNS SO COLD...
THE SPIRITS... ARE FLYING SO FREE FROM AN ETERNITY THAT NOW BLEEDS.
BLACKNESS... CONSUMES THE SOUL AND IN AGONY WE WILL SCREAM.
THE SHADOWS... LURK WITHIN, FILLING THE VOID WITH DEATH AND SIN.
THE CHAOS... FROM A PLACE BEYOND THE CRIMSONED DEPTHS YOU BRING...
YOUR FLESH IS WARM, I TASTE YOUR DEPTHS.
WITH WINGS ON YOUR BACK AND HORNS ON YOUR HEAD.
CARESSES OF PLEASURE, ECSTASY SEEKS.
YOU STAIN MY SOUL, YOU TAKE MY SEED...
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THY ETERNITY.
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THINES REALITY.......
THROUGH EVIL... FROM THE PIT YOU'VE COME TO POSSESS MY FLESH TONIGHT.
THOSE SCREAMS... FROM THE BEINGS IN PAIN AND WITH THE CHAOS THAT DWELLS IN THE MIND.
WITH DEATH... IT'S TIME TO DIE AS YOU ASCEND FROM BENEATH THE BURNING LIGHT...
SPRED YOUR C**T WIDE DEMON WH*RE.
AND POSSESS MY SOUL IN THE NIGHT.
COME TO ME AND TASTE MY C**K.
LET YOUR EVIL BECOME MY GUIDE...
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THY ETERNITY.
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THINES DESTINY...
THE HATRED... BEGATS THE RAGE THAT CONSUMES YOUR EVERY THOUGHT.
POSSESSION... OBSESSIONS FOR EVIL DANCES FOR THE HOLOCAUST.
F**KED... WITH ALL OF YOUR LUST, YOU DWELL DEEP IN SIN.
THIS NIGHTMARE... CORRUPTS THE LIGHT AND THE DEMON AWAKENS WITHIN...
YOU ARE THE MASTER, I AM YOUR SLAVE.
I FEED YOUR WILL, FOR I AM YOUR PREY.
THE FIRE INSIDE YOU BURNS MY SOUL.
AND THE DARKNESS WITHIN COMES INTO PLAY...
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THY ETERNITY.
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU AWAITS WITHIN THY DREAMS...
PASSIONS ARE SWEET.
BASKING IN THIS ECSTASY.
THE FLESH IS WEAK.
YOU TAINT THE BLOOD OF ETERNITY...
THE DIRT AND THE FILTH...
THE EVIL TAKES ME WHOLE...
AS I CONFRONT THIS EVIL,
THE DARKNESS BURNS SO COLD...
THE SPIRITS... ARE FLYING SO FREE FROM AN ETERNITY THAT NOW BLEEDS.
BLACKNESS... CONSUMES THE SOUL AND IN AGONY WE WILL SCREAM.
THE SHADOWS... LURK WITHIN, FILLING THE VOID WITH DEATH AND SIN.
THE CHAOS... FROM A PLACE BEYOND THE CRIMSONED DEPTHS YOU BRING...
YOUR FLESH IS WARM, I TASTE YOUR DEPTHS.
WITH WINGS ON YOUR BACK AND HORNS ON YOUR HEAD.
CARESSES OF PLEASURE, ECSTASY SEEKS.
YOU STAIN MY SOUL, YOU TAKE MY SEED...
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THY ETERNITY.
DWELLING IN SIN, COMETH UNTO THEE.
OH, SUCCUBUS, THOU ART THINES REALITY.......
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This song will b on the album i titled "THE HOST""PANDEMONIUM" 4/24/2013
I AM HERE...
WITH A BLACK HELL MADE JUST FOR ME...
WITHIN MY TEARS...
ARE SITES TO SEE, WITNESSING THE RISE OF THE INFERNAL MAJESTY...
AND AS I BLEED WHERE I STAND, WITHIN THE WOE, THROUGH THE PATH I HAVE PAVED...
FOR, I AM BENEATH, WITHIN THE BURNING DEEP, WITH THE ABOMINATIONS SPAWNED OF HATE...
JACKYLS OF DESPAIR, HOUNDS OF THE ABYSS...
AS THEIR SHADOWS START TO NEAR, THE HEAVENS BEGIN TO SPLIT...
FOR, HELLS GATES HAD OPENED WIDE, FOR, PANDEMONIUM AWAITS...
AS NOCTURNAL CREATIONS LAY WITHIN, WITH SINS SO FEIGNED AND STAINED...
THEY ARE THERE...
GAZING DEEP INTO THE ORANGE SKIES OF HADES...
BEINGS FALL, SOULS SHATTER...
LIKE MIRRORS IN NIGHTMARES DREAMPT, EVERLASTING...
PANDEMONIUM...
A PLANE SPAWNED WITH INFERNAL DEMONS...
LYING BEYOND A DARK OBLIVION...
WITHIN IT'S EERIE DEPTHS...
THOSE DREAMS WHICH HAUNTS THE LOST SOULS OF MANKINDS DARKEST HORIZON...
ARE BURNING SO DEEP WITHIN THE HEARTS OF THE DAMNED AND FORSAKEN, THAT TIMES FORGOT...
FROZEN UPON THE PLANES...
ARE THOSE VERY SOULS WHO LIE STAINED...
BREEDING DEEP WITHIN THE C**TS OF DEMON WH*RES...
FULFILLED BY THOSE BLEEDING, ENHANCED BY TRUE DECIEVING...
FOR, THEIR DYING IS TRANSFORMED, THROUGH THE FORLORN, FOR DEMONS WHO ARE NEWLY REBORN...
THE MARK HAS NOW BEEN PLACED...
AND DISGRACE IS NOW EMBRACED...
FOR, ANCIENT STYGIAN ARISES IN LEGION...
IN THE MIRROR IS THE DARKEST GAZE...
AND THE DEMON BECOMES THE FACE...
FOR, WITHIN THE NIGHTMARE DWELLS THE INFERNAL MINIONS...
WITH A BLACK HELL MADE JUST FOR ME...
WITHIN MY TEARS...
ARE SITES TO SEE, WITNESSING THE RISE OF THE INFERNAL MAJESTY...
AND AS I BLEED WHERE I STAND, WITHIN THE WOE, THROUGH THE PATH I HAVE PAVED...
FOR, I AM BENEATH, WITHIN THE BURNING DEEP, WITH THE ABOMINATIONS SPAWNED OF HATE...
JACKYLS OF DESPAIR, HOUNDS OF THE ABYSS...
AS THEIR SHADOWS START TO NEAR, THE HEAVENS BEGIN TO SPLIT...
FOR, HELLS GATES HAD OPENED WIDE, FOR, PANDEMONIUM AWAITS...
AS NOCTURNAL CREATIONS LAY WITHIN, WITH SINS SO FEIGNED AND STAINED...
THEY ARE THERE...
GAZING DEEP INTO THE ORANGE SKIES OF HADES...
BEINGS FALL, SOULS SHATTER...
LIKE MIRRORS IN NIGHTMARES DREAMPT, EVERLASTING...
PANDEMONIUM...
A PLANE SPAWNED WITH INFERNAL DEMONS...
LYING BEYOND A DARK OBLIVION...
WITHIN IT'S EERIE DEPTHS...
THOSE DREAMS WHICH HAUNTS THE LOST SOULS OF MANKINDS DARKEST HORIZON...
ARE BURNING SO DEEP WITHIN THE HEARTS OF THE DAMNED AND FORSAKEN, THAT TIMES FORGOT...
FROZEN UPON THE PLANES...
ARE THOSE VERY SOULS WHO LIE STAINED...
BREEDING DEEP WITHIN THE C**TS OF DEMON WH*RES...
FULFILLED BY THOSE BLEEDING, ENHANCED BY TRUE DECIEVING...
FOR, THEIR DYING IS TRANSFORMED, THROUGH THE FORLORN, FOR DEMONS WHO ARE NEWLY REBORN...
THE MARK HAS NOW BEEN PLACED...
AND DISGRACE IS NOW EMBRACED...
FOR, ANCIENT STYGIAN ARISES IN LEGION...
IN THE MIRROR IS THE DARKEST GAZE...
AND THE DEMON BECOMES THE FACE...
FOR, WITHIN THE NIGHTMARE DWELLS THE INFERNAL MINIONS...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
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