The Master's Voice
I recently did confession, it may need trimming.. but Halloween is here.. and so are 'we.'...
My existence, is forbidden
My name, is legion
My goals, is murder
My faith, is yours truly
It's a wonderfull life..
I, will
Kill at random
I will kill
a chosen few
I will plea
The insanity
Of your death
A slice of the neck
Is all it takes
Murder
Is now in my veins
I am the sick
I am the unholy
I am legions back
A serial killer
Is among thee
The laughter
Is in others ears
Without knowing
A invisible garden
Lies in a pool
Of their own blood
The Gemini,
Is in my faith
The Zodiac
Is my sign
Mortal evil
Is born within
My soul is deformed
No one understands
The devils tale
I am murder at the end of time
I am the darkness hidden within
I am man's torture redesigned
That beheads its victims
I corrupt the innocent
So they may thrive
In my evil temples painted blood
I see no return
I am the living nightmare
I will sacrifice your lambs
I will confess my sins
We are a godless generation
So pray for a quick death
As your eyes stare into mine
So evil thrives twice over
Your head, is ripped apart
From your own flesh;
A few seconds of nirvana
As your brain melts away
Your murder is sound
Your one of us now
So bath in jesus's glory
As I eat his mouldy flesh
Draining his life-force
Straight from his eyes
You're watched
I will hunt my shadows
I am the real deal
To seal your life gone
Legion is here
One day, the brightest sun
Will explode, and harvest our oceans to boil
The nature of earth will turn to flame
This life will burn forever in a cradle of despair
The essence of reality will be grey skinned eyes
Lurching for a new home that doesn't exist
I will bring about this hell, onto earth itself
In this room, we shall become your new church, these flames.. are the independent doom for eons to come, for those that worship the God above, are blind to the laws of the universe.
Space & time spawned forth from the oblivion
With unspoken voids; that question existence
I hath told my seeker; the illness of the mind
Is a price paid dearly, by a lack of supervision
From other dimensions, we watchers observe from a safe distance; we love watching things die; we feed upon it's suffering & share knowledge for a payment.
Humanities ego will never be full, so his corruption & torment, will never end.
Others are born into war & famine; the poorest souls yearning for some decent water & peace; these ones lead a dull morbid existence upon man's earth, usually without choice to improve their lives.
While religion & It's evil power continue to keep and consume these humans from thriving; A sucker is born every minute in this hell
You are a greedy, stupid bunch..
You are all fools doomed by your own actions
You are, all unworthy of prometheus
You are, just pockets of satans waiting to be hatched
While the nuns of sinners, torch your life at hand
With creepy priests; that seek your unseen light..
I am the weak, down here in the abyss
With a darkness that rises in my every morning
The devils of hell have effected my heart
I am his speech; while he speaks
As I swallow the masters word's whole..
I miss, my mother's glow.. as others; torment my being; I am forever cast down; just to hear the devil scream; in these caravan's of lost words.. I am the meek
Religions love to preach the end times; they thrive on condemning life all together; while satan celebrates all fruits of life; & seeks to think for one's self; with a lack of what's subjectively evil or good.
So priest, while I send invisible storms & fires that peel against flesh & tissue. The serpents & banished souls await for your prayers, the boy sacrificed for my headless priest, will summon me here.
I torture jesus until I see his blood & flesh turned to bread and wine; we devour his cannibalistic ritual; eat the weak; so the strong may survive! All while the oil from my abyss.. slowly cooks your soul..
My horns shall shine against the dying of the light
Your approaching end is now here by my angelic hands, rage at the loss of your life..
I will show you, your heaven
I will show you, your salvation
I will grant you, true peace
Below the lights..
I wait..
We end this mass right here.
You are the losing side; your cross; is for the sheep. While we legion, grow ever stronger.
I am the robber of life
I am the author of pain
I am the servent of satania
I am the corruption of innocent
I am the disease of enlightenment
I will take all human hearts to hell with me
So I can show them true paradise!
Mankind's extinction is infinite!
Your god was never here to begin with!
There has only ever been the darkness down here
And your death..
credits:
King Balak - Vocals/Lyrics
Exorcist III - Background sounds.
the song below only samples the exorcist III aswell.