Forgotten Paths

Forgotten paths Tread Carefully For not all are welcome here The ways of old Secret Lore Passed through frozen atmospheres The devil’s shroud To shield the truth From all with prying eyes But what is truth? Legends distorted By twisted lies Forgotten paths Take me home For brilliant darkness awaits me The ways of old The truly black Ancient magic embrace me

Ancient Ruin Of the elder way Grant me shelter From the storm Lonely remnants Of forgotten days Grotesque secrets Take their form Decaying temple of sacrifice Adorned with blood and shattered bone Ornate carvings on the altar’s face Incantation forged in stone Mesmerizing and mysterious I must recite the ancient spell Spectral dagger forms in front of me I take my rightful place in hell

Piercing darkness Frozen ground I journey through the towering trees Deathlike silence Eerie still Archaic master calls to me Ancient clearing Bathed in light Ritual for which I’ve come so far Wisdom granted Purpose clear As I gaze upon the demon star

Awake in darkness Inside a sepulcher of stone Haunting melodies Disturb the pensive tomb Deranged Yet strangely beautiful Morbid obsession Shackled to the tune Horrid infatuation Draws me to the source Deeper through the catacombs I search in desperation I see the glowing crypt Great doors swing forth To reveal the great abyss Blinded by a spectral light I leave the mortal plane Step through the threshold Shed my human frame One with eternity I join the demon horde Great bringers of the end times Apocalyptic wards

Beyond the moon, among the stars An ancient force, unrivaled powers Far beyond the grasp of men External evil, felt within An astral being, a spectral lord An unseen master of this world Beyond the black, untouched by light Defile the good, to wrong the right From a dream, it speaks to me Forever watching, never seen Embrace its will, as if my own For soon I'll occupy the throne A friend of sin, of lust, of greed Of these virtues, I take heed With an iron fist, I'll rule this land Our foes will perish by my hand

Beliefs? I have no time for worthless thought Defeat? For the weak, I've never lost I slay for sport, a horrid game Exemplify the inhumane Torture technician of the greatest skill A virtuoso of the kill Retreat? Not once, a fucking joke Release? Never. I cut every throat I bathe in blood and feast on flesh Intoxicated by the stench of death A chalice hewn of human bone A human hide upholstered throne