The Pentacle Star - Eidolon

Cast down in mortal disguise

Belittles himself among the pagans

With razor sharp precision

He carves another prize of death

Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life

Thought to all in life as kind

Surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade

To taste the tainted blood of desire

Embedding the blade into harlot flesh

Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life

Theme

Strategically placed mutilation

He shall then complete the pentacle circle

He’s been never caught nor found

A grave sickness, never to be equaled