So apocalyptic, they preach
So fervent they speak
About ghouls, magic and the above all creep!
Sinister they claim
So dark and unholy; one and the same
Desperate cry, furiously they behave!
They make their enemies
They make their foes
Countless repetitions
Of false principles they throw!
If in fact, or in true
They reach fame under a sign, it's nothing new
Burning bridges, cleansing with flame
Still it's the old serpent they seek to blame!
Of higher spirits they shall never know
But to create turmoil in their final blow;
It must be so!
Seekers of the hidden
Collectors of the forbidden
All in vain
When their mind is guilt ridden!
Shambles a ringing
Blood-swords a clinging
A past age reliving
In this day singing:
Of northern skies
Though near south they rise
The fallen angels
That made the fool(s) wise
When they pick and blame
To scapegoat the one to shame
When nerves begin to twitch
They may make their last wish!
Before beheading themselves of wisdom
They shall not be spared in that infernal kingdom!
Though unpleasant their sounds
They're so eager to hell bound
To look with lust upon the 'keys'
Shall serve none of their mortal deeds!
(Though unlocking may seem a delight
They shall never bear the secret of infernal light)
So bold a wisdom
So carnal a knowledge
Yet in themselves
It finds no storage
Of a hell so black
And a heaven so blue
They seem to demand
The destruction due!
When evil is to live
And death is to have been
No more will they ponder
The indulging that is sin!
For flesh prevaileth
And darkness stands sure
The positive side
Is what will endure!
From section to section
Of words on play
They might find reason
In some of them someday
Curse the vile and rotten
For it is they that stand in our way!
Deprive us of those souls forgotten
The outer darkness is where they'll make their stay!
So upon this earth
We'll make the claim
There's only one ruler
In all of us the same
He lives in our nature
From the shadow of our soul
Makes due as thine commitment
Unveils your every goal!
Take a sip of the elixir
No, he was not born a trickster!
The outline of his guise
An mystery still to the wise!
Of powers reached
And empires that fell
All have summoned up
The powers of hell!
They cried and they wept
Because the world of theirs was swept
Away, whence they came
And cursed their fall
Wounded, tortured
Cause the winner took it all!
For might is right
And it is a heavy plight
All is upside down
When darkness becomes light!
So if not now thine dark nature is known
Read again and let it be shown
For all the world cannot deny
The all encompassing will
In earth, sea, air and sky
He is lying asleep
Dreaming still....
So goes the theme
Of humane, mundane swill
Anti Satanic
Cause they cannot perfect the skill.
Written 11-10-2005
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