Sweet scent coloured these,
the realm of sweet snakes that
tortured me.
If everlasting burdens should enter
such, as the everlasting torment of
hell.

Sw

destructor

Reaching for the last child of mankind
And its effort, in silence to stay purified
Tormenting, the fool won't survive
Slavery in hell for the weak and the mild
Merciless D

caged_wrath

What erased this scenery
So that I could fancy ridicule over pity
And enrace whatever mocked the sky
Two hands made these hearts
That trembles before me
My loss of g

wretched_face_of_evil

Coiled embalmed
wretched face of evil
Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory
All matters sewn into one prophet
I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's on

the_rape

Merry, you may be.
For I am the flesh in your tounge.
Create to yourself, images of these
glass-eyed figures,
and expose to me, your skin -
whorish as ever.
Th

the_pest

Weak is your mind
and weak are your words
"Destroyer of lives" - Ha!
I spit on your whorish ways
Your dearest lies are holy, yet undivine
You shall stand petrified b

mirage

A parade of ghosts brought these
innocent feelings to where innocent itself
was brought to.
To view the rush of female tempests.

My Sculptured face
turns and

forlorn_blessings_to_the_dreamking

Oh, how I faint when I call upon your
aid. Feeling the loss of burden and
hearing cries from flowers raped.
When you alone set kingdom on fire,
I admire the beauty of love

the_one_who_smite

I am the phantom you please to see
Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me
I occurred beside the magic pawn
Omnious, is this fading dawn
I am the scenary, the one who smite
conqueror

So you've come for your vengeance
Hear - I think the crowd is silent
Of me you have dreamt
I have grown (I built my domain on your hate)
Mock your words
I will laugh

fighting_for_hell

Attack
crush all the sons of christ
with our fierce and invincible might
Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for
Master of storms marching to battle
Creator of evil

black_thrash_attack

A wind of ashes mixed awe and wonder for these
The yearner, the hallows, the spectre and I
And the arrows pointed to the core
As songs are sung for the tender ones
The bla

sons_of_hades

Bleak prudence, bleaker grace
Amidst from these venomish losses
Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses
We have grasped we have honoured
Though we seduce envied secret