The Descent -

Finally your soul is mine

Allow your ether to descend

This realm was never man’s to bestow

Through your flesh i shall become my own

Sickening crunch

Esophagus crushed

Penetrate her again and again

Take your babe into your arms

Choking on bile, the passage of the flesh

Pathetic little creature

Without my aide you would have not the gall

I am the Architect of this

My new born world

The mind is its own place, and in itself

Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven

These words resound clear in the hall of Dis

We shall be free;

the Almighty hath built

Here for his envy, we shall cut out our tongues

And speak for our words do tell

Here we may reign secure in hell

Each moment.

Searing, burning

My flesh slowly becoming stone

The soft iridescent glow of the river styx

Beckon me further below

The gates of Dis

My new found home

For our treacherous kind

Flames searing to the bone

We shall be free;

the Almighty hath built

Here for his envy, we shall cut out our tongues

And speak for our words do tell

Here we may reign secure in hell

Hallowed be thy name

Hallowed be my name

The Morning Star