Upon the darkest of thrones

The true God is visible

The filthy sound of ten thousand (necro) morbid deaths

Smear my body with your destructive visions



Writhe in my bastard hellish tormented ego

Soak my veins in alcohol

Create the beast.. behind these armoured walls...

I shall not let others in



So pure the race

So few

But we (tormented) know

We know so fucking well not to hide

Yet to stay underground



You, you sit upon the darkest of thrones

Yet still remain as miserable, as necro, as evil, as hungry, as I...