Slaughter the Gods
this is your sweet welcome to pain.
Your torture does exist,
beneath the smell of burning flesh,
but, I'm still around on hollow ground.
Slaughter....The.....Gods.
Once upon a midnight death,
It fuels the hatred for the rest,
I have to succumb to madness.
Scraping steel across my chest,
I feel the pain the fear the rest,
you die so I exist.
Try to invoke the creature,
that buries demons in side of me.
Slaughter....The....Gods.