The heart stopped beating,
The corpse is filled
With maggots eating out the flesh…
And the desire of the wicked
Lets me to taste your blood – it’s fresh.
A shiny blade into the darkness,
So easily conformed and cold…
Unnecessary people dying,
A scream while cutting off their throat.
A ritual, an incantation,
A spell to call the demons forth –
From depths of Hell into our word –
Pagans recite sinister songs.
They dance blindfolded,
Dance in darkness…
Naked, wild, in agony.
Blood showers, flames of pleasure…
They kill, they bring your nullity.
They crack the skull, they rip the skin,
They mutilate and desecrate,
They cut the victim into pieces
Leaving them at the Hell’s gate.
They bear no names, they bear no soul.
They’re empty shelves – vessels of cold –
And while you die in misery
They stay the same, they don’t get old.