Wail, thee charlatans and thine false prophets, all puppets and toys A menial legacy, the timeless festering as we quiver in the final moment Lost in the process of purgation. Mine degradation of yore, I lust Serenity, I smother by contamination, I wish to see the end of this hubris When night falls, commiserate abomination, the final blow, complete isolation What are these signs? I died to be reborn, and be cured of this bestial sickness In death, I return to the Black Spheres, as the chosen one, I’m lost within my thrall On the Astral, I find the truth. All that I’ve lost has now become irrelevant My soul is no longer mine, which I condone, as in my prison I’m no longer blind After the wrath, I shalt wear the crown, and rejoice in the decay of mankind Putrescence, I hide within this desolation The bile I vomit, poisons those infatuated An anachronism, I wither as they watch me A cosmic beauty which only fills me with hate Blessed are those cursed by the Tormentor A torture, incomprehensible to the human mind Their agony absorbs my wretched thoughts Now we shalt find a host for their revenge

Soon I will have my revenge, by discovery of an ancient text written in Ugaritic language You… fucking… BASTARDS! You’ll… pay… BASTARDS! Long I roam the land Illuminating my naught The glow of the chosen Means we’ll suffer as one Dwelling in a contradiction, why would they call it freedom? All I’ve known has become evil, and I observe the paradox A maladaptive grimace, contorts my face with delight The script revealed my torture, and the Tormentor demands my future Ignorant… fucking… BASTARDS! Trapped on this malignant globe, I’ve been deceived and now they’ll suffer Their requests laid out clearly, now I’ll fulfil my divine purpose A mass grave disguised as a celestial body Moon, drifting aeon The dream, forever flowing Bloom, in the dismal winter Glow, capricious Lizard Aghast, for their servitude Wander, the faceless years Once more, in the eyes of glory and observe the serpent’s globe Enemy, in thy fellow man A vision of their dismal ruin My soul, glorified bastille No tyrant, can alter this fate Glaring, dwelling at the bottom Intuition, they called it schizophrenia But the Grim Tormentor guides me and his demands I’ll obey Sedation, for my own sake An idol, in the anaesthetic liquid A disconcerted quintessence It numbs my soul, and lies Crystal, convoluted, I snarl Equilibrium in my disorder Endless, magnitude of anguish Boundless, the Wraith, it stalks Obliterate myself for relief everyday Drink until the world disintegrates I am the dweller in the Pandemonium of hate and I want to dream my whole life away The continuous perpetuum of self-fulfilled inversions Amend the inability to face the repulsiveness within Seeds endlessly changing shape, collapsing into themselves My cosmic tomb spares me from all the mysteries of tomorrow Schizophrenic Alcoholic Schizophrenic Alcoholic Everything here is old Nothing escapes the decay and it all became so cold but my dreams preserve their warmth I embody no more than hate As I hear the ominous sirens The doppelgänger has arrived and he plays out my future for me Annihilate thine arrogance I wish to escape from the truth Running from that which I fear Absorbed in my own irony Long I roam the land Illuminating my naught The glow of the chosen Means we’ll suffer as one The gloat within the aether, rejoices for the ageless Celestial fiends of unforeseen, anathematic seething The astrological mortuary, remains within the carcass And they watcheth as my body, is drained of all its humours Exhumed melancholic Mars, the anatomy of dreaming Loathing of their trivial charms, the fluorescent Ganymede The exposed malingerer, recedes the broken timeline The sight of unseen colours, fills my eyes with horror Ripping through the dismal desert, perpetuates the dreary moon The effervescent fragile kingdom, in isolation from all those who dare loom I frolic through the astral forest, to escape their superficial veneer An attempt to flee these finite moments, an omnipotent gambit Open to the consequence of portals in the compact universe Malignant demons from the other realm, will engulf the earth in misery The completion of the vortex, to mock the unwritten treaties An uncommon magnetism, in the daybreak between the unreal A myriad of lies, that destroyed all that was ever good and pure I am only a worthless puppet, but I feel like the master of the universe Of all the things in here that died I mourn only my useless soul As every death makes me more numb I absorb the noxious black aether It fills my leaking veins with joy All other sensations are unpleasant The ominous sirens have returned but their semblance remains mysterious and I lose myself in the masquerade The deafening sound of their calling Torments my decaying subconscious but only fragments of my nightmares Days of yore are long behind me I’m drowning in my own delusions and drifting by through my sedation The great crash from the poison gas Leaves my carcass in the sun and I scream as I burn for more Lightning strikes my ruined body The hammer breaks my fragile bones A visit from the malignant spirit The curtain lifts and the masquerade’s over Will anything be magic again? Chained in all of my reflections I stumble around the event horizon The inferno precipitates my mutation I’m charred by that which can’t exist A grotesque creature hungers for my grimace Contorting violently through their possession Stretched across the endless skies Contempt for all known doppelgängers Profligate, the tranquilizing ritual Resurrected for their perverse pleasures The austere drinking from the goblet of vomit In unison they gawk at me I’ve always been their usual scapegoat Walk beneath the lifeline, I dejected the myths forming Corrupted by the usual impressions, a bitter illusion awaits the meek A list of all the secret lifetimes, succeeding my departure An escape from their sadistic foleys, another fallible of mortal glory Confident in my assumptions, I rejoice in the purgatory The latent schizotypal kaleidoscope, lays down the potency of moons Another fucking celestial attack, I’ll monitor it in my chamber Distorted and tormenting memories, twisted by their confabulations Why? Did I get lost in this glossolalia of hope Fleeing the wuthering graveyard, a forbidden sanctuary And what is the point? I’m nothing but their toy My body is their instrument but my eyes remain my own The overwhelming blackness of the unruly terror, beneath the worm-infested land I stand on top of the hill, in a state of complete tranquillity and peace A lingering feeling of oneness overwhelmed me, a strange moment of serenity No longer held back by my flesh prison, I can lose myself within Scopeless, irregardless of their bleeding wounds, the colour of terror Enchanted by the crescent shape, my eyes fill with horror My body twists and contorts All my friends committed suicide I submit myself So, I can be worthless no more The driving force behind the lucrative possession, of the mutilated walking corpse I observe with a strange delight, as I unwittingly deform my already repulsive body Mine is only one of many predicted atrocities, which paint humanities last picture I arise in the darkest hour, there is no fear in the present moment The passage to depart beyond, the spoils of suffering Making the same old pathetic noise, broken and lifeless The distance, is great, my surroundings, opaque, I disclose, my sickness, it speaks, for me, obey, the one, the all-knowing, Tormentor, I stagnate, in here, my vision, becomes, obscured, my thoughts, are scattered, corrupted, disturbed, the Aggressor, is in me, could it, have, been me, all, along, can’t tell, can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t dream, can’t die, comatose, I lay, without fear, but I, remain, perturbed, ‘who am I?’, I scream, but my voice, is weak, and I find, myself, where no one, can hear, my wish, is to, be found, and destroy all The stars burn bright When they speak to me They illuminate My stagnating paths When, they see, my, horrific, disfigured, mutated, contorted, and illogical, appearance, I, involuntarily, burn through, their minds, but it’s, okay, as it, fills me, with joy, and laughter, it satisfies, my host, I am, the fault, the broken, construction, in darkness, I fly, I seethe, for their souls, the reaping, of blatant, false worship, at dawn, ‘they rise’, they emerge, from my mouth, loathsome, fiends, who attack, what’s near, the light, fades, and I, get closer, to being, freed, with excitement, I vomit, the consequence, is irrelevant, I need, to escape Now they’re unleashed Anathematic fiends They’ll ruin you Like they’ve ruined me Schizophrenic Alcoholic Schizophrenic Alcoholic Blazing through these forsaken wind-tossed streets Rain of unknown origin, washes the day of wrath Evil demons gyrating rapidly, unseen by the human eye Eventually landing inside a host, and making them their toy A grave massacre, by fiends that destroy anything which crosses their path A suicidal populicide, in which no one host is more worthy than the other Their harrowing torment manifests itself by aimless internalised convulsions The move against worthless bestial consciousness has come, and now everyone will pay Their possessed bodies spontaneously contort and mutate In the middle of the street their veins explode One by one they die, bleeding from every orifice Not only their lives are taken, but also their fucking souls Schizophrenic Alcoholic Schizophrenic Alcoholic The inferno on earth expands In the amalgamation of destruction I hate human beings I HATE THIS PLANET! My black soulless eyes precipitate dull malignancy through indifference Like the fiends who use me, I am only driven by hedonism and sadism My pain is only a consequence of pettiness, and as punishment I am bound to serve The havoc I’ve unleashed, only gives them more fuel for my torment This feels like a dream, from which I can’t wake up Drown in paranoia, the seventh elimination I drift between all these dismal worlds A constant repetition, inside the mass grave Another ascension, dissolves in anaesthesia A blessed agenda, the rejected superstitions All those who survived, smother me with guilt I wish to join the fallen, but I’m running out of luck The ancient script ripped my soul and the curse I’ve unleashed A great hellfire monolith of ages Pierces my eyes with unreal architecture Unharmed, like a snail on a razor Nevertheless, it’s still a predicament Eyes and teeth, maladapted and centrifugal Forever circled by decaying messiahs Worthless Escapee I’m running and it feels wrong Grieving Aggression Unfathomable and draining I’m fleeting Unlike the hangover Violated I shatter Forgotten, and I am livid Infatuated with these bizarre shifting’s I see them, and hatred consumes me Misled by their lies, bastards A strange emancipation, goes amiss Used by the Tormentor, like always His omnipotence leaves me, without choice Trapped within every mistake I have made Blown out, all the lights around me Telepathic with every evil spirit The truth is something which escaped me I anticipate my own end, restlessly Moved by the order of doom, I embrace it with open arms Crooked, mourning their veneer, enforcing my delusions Back to my beginnings A delayed metamorphosis Raging like a banshee A short, quick burst of joy Mauled, swollen and visceral, immersive blackness Lethargy, these marred ugly beings, endlessly gawk at me Shrines built to commiserate the plagues, odd affirmation Deliver me from these imposing structures, I hear a strange crackle Rebirth of decimation Isn’t it all so beautiful? All I feel are vague movements Underneath my slimy flesh The end of my dream is near and I await the final day A great fire, to retaliate against this prison’s walls Death from the inside, it’s where the enemy internalised me In terror I arise from the aether, I’m banished from my cage Unveiled, I’m absolved from all my sins, putrescent amoeba A perverse infestation Hidden in a convoluted vein Buried deep within plain sight Bursting venom from the core An endless limbo in disarray Without meaning I dwell in here Rebound, I’m forever descending Dissonant violins wail around me I know they’re close, but I can’t see them and I know they’re laughing at my screaming I do not fear eternal torment I’m suffering in paradise