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