This Passing Into The Power Of Demons

The eyes of this disgorged life, their faces are scared with lies Scratched marks on the walls in place of words Washed out, condemned, unearth this relic of the lecher Contorted spasm of demonic control, cold-blooded, impassive Hesitant in this disaster Fear gaps this subconscious plane Heavy breathing in final words Comprised in fragments of suicide Keeper of dead souls in the scythe of passing, Tormentor of self misery, a moment of weakness Carrier of the secret to annihilate the universe of All that was living, deceiver of lifeless entrance to the beyond Crafted massacre from the undivine A nomad of accursed paths Spitting poison from distorted tongues This guardian of the cursed Chanting these words of possession, Calling to the burnt kingdoms These ashen angels with the Horns of these superior demons Loss of faith bleeds from sliced wrists Wretched thought of this self intervention Sinful tongue will act as the spawn For the words of this incantation Holding innocence as a caged animal to be Absent for recover in a later cause Heavy breathing in hellish attack, God of heaven holds no ground in this place of black Sympathy dies in this immortal state, forcing the divine into killing their own Rise from the remains of this revived pandemonium This face of evil covered in prolific tunes A ceremony of these inverted rites Hate enduced fever of heavenly domains Inflicted rage from this evil spirit Secured in this cleanse, of transient minds Crumbling savage esponse, sanction is questioned Sensory degeneration, of positive emotion Upon the return, the rise of demons Endless suffering, prevails the host Ingesting this saga, from this place of cold --- This Passing into the Power of Demons - Goatwhore