Altar of Flesh

Cast a shadow, if you please,

Tourment's over, all things ease,

The ache of loss, the pain of faith,

Embrace the dead one,

The one that all shall end...

Cast a nightmare, to all things ease,

A river of blood to wash disease,

The fear of death, pain of the fallen,

Flay the dying gods,

To allow new peaceful reign...

Inflict horror, in order yourself to please,

Allow the living hell to witness your disease,

Enjoy your demons, they'll treat you well,

No living witness,

Into your fortress of solitude...

Summon your fears, from deep within,

Allow them reign over your flesh and soul,

Scream with pleasure, cry for help,

If up is down and right is left,

Always the same, always the one to blame...

[Chronicles of the Fallen] - A Matter of Choice

Remember this, remember well,

Heaven is the place from which the demons fell,

Exiled to constant ordeal,

Remember this, remember well,

Frome heaven comes all hell...

Imagine this, imagine well,

The punishment for wishing knowledge,

Is the constant living hell...

Answer this and answer well:

If hell's for angels what's left for humans?

Consider this, consider well,

What is ignorance for the human mind,

If not the highest form of blessing?

I beg you choose and choose this well:

Would you rather rest in heaven,

Or forever burn in hell??

Hell's Gate

A whisper of the dead,

Here on the edge of life,

Gazing into abyss,

Immortality is just a step away...

A leap of faith for the fallen,

Benevolent smile from an absent deity,

Desgusted from what you leave behind,

The only way to go is forward...

Forward turns to down,

The pat on the back - a brutal push away,

The deads of life - the deeds of death,

Confess nothing if you wish to live!

No single act remains unseen,

Whisper prayer for the dead,

As you cross over the edge of the abyss,

Immortality is to be just a step behind...

Edge of Sanity

In the corner of your eye,

Flashes of another time,

Each moment, a reason to fear

The reaper, waiting,

Behind closed eyes...

The boy looked up,

He saw the moon

Clouded,

By the days to come,

Pain was all too real...

To bleed once more,

To feel alive,

To kill all hope

In a blink of an eye,

A tear of blood shall flow

Happy little puppet,

Just worship your strings,

Kiss them until you bleed,

Before you hang yourself

To obscure your mark of shame...

And when the deed is done,

They all would wonder

How could and why would he,

The answer, always, eluding them all

Hiding in plain sight...

Divine Perversion

The damned fell back into hell

Cold of winter everburning

Wheel of fate that's ever turning

Round and round spinning into oblivion

Armies of the dead, spreading across

Barbarian hordes thirsty for blood,

Fields of corpses everlasting,

To feed the lust of the new born god,

A world must die...

No final prayers for the dead,

No carved stones to remember their names,

No candles burning their poison up into heaven...

I pitty the slaves of divine perversion...

A river of blood

To appease a god,

Hidden in mortal flesh,

From the loneliness of eternity,

Plague amongst men,

Feeding with life and death

Mostly with pain...

A child burning his toys...

Crude Awakening

Whisper myself to death,

In a dream,

In a forgotten world,

Lingering memories,

Of a time before...

Sounds of horror,

Screams of pain,

Loving reminders

Of what I was,

Perhaps never again

Dying and smiling

Falling and hoping

Burry me not with the dead

Leave me not to rott,

With the damned,

I wish not to disturb their sleep,

Because of my weltered soul

That may awaken them all...

After all is said and done

Remembering,

Perhaps now hoping

More likely, bloodletting

A cold breeze inspires

The awakening

Of a long gone soul

Doubting its own existence...

Futile

[Chronicles of the Fallen]: Suicidal Deity

How do you kill

A God?

You

Don't

You

Watch

Eventually

Wait

He will

Grow tired,

Alone,

Wishing to be dead,

Become mortal,

Forget,

Grow up,

Grow weary,

Rebel,

Grow tired,

Grow old...

But for a mortal,

Growth is Death,

His spirit thus,

Forgetting what HE was,

Joining the realm of the dead,

Rising or falling,

To glory or decay,

Forever to forget

What HE ever meant...