Beelzebub

It comes in waves The urges pull me Masking the disease I've been swayed Possessing, unnerving What's become of me? Possessing, unnerving me What's becoming? Legions of dead prophecies curse the weak The grove of deceit Perilous wings overshadow your perception of time Father My soul torn from flesh Apollyon, bring forth rebirth I am the scratch on your back The snarl in your sleep The anchor of sin The salient of your desire Impede me and you will writhe in my name Breathe in the anxiety, feast upon thee Your soulless corpse My chalice to the mortal plane Heathen Squirm in your coma Heathen Understand That I, the leech I wish to sway you Command you I wish to become of you No restraint to my wish I will pick what I want from your hands Leaving you at my knees, slain with my treachery Possession of the wretched A command amongst the senseless Masking the venom I, beast, rape you of your senses Vile didactic, traumatizing your psyche I revel in shadows my presence latched to your feeble mind Grasping a hold of your body, you shall become mine. Accept my calling, mortal. Fear the wings of the fly "Beelzebub Crawl into my skin Beelzebub Make me your host again" Hark my calling Hark my calling Beelzebub Make me your host again