As the Demon slavered foetid vows
And bore His prey away
In talons itching to perpetrate
The nausea of eternal rape
The Sorceress screaming in His grasp
Spat a final curse to stain
The Countess with the promise
That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain
And She would rot.
Alone
Insane.
On the twisted nails of faith.
Exit
Sacrifice
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Unblessed Be
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Untitled
Damage Your Soul
Reflecting hateful energy
Untitled II
Nocturnal Poisoning
The Light of Those Who Failed
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate
Untitled
Xastur Within
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