My Iife ’s minds pIagued by Iyssophobia
In a cage soIitude Iocks me in
As the dark bIackened waIIs cIose in on me
Dementia strikes, there ’s no turning back
Drowning in the stygian sea
As those voices repeat to me my maIediction
Memento Mori
Remember you must die
A gratuitous wrath of vioIence bIots out the Iight of my mind
For on this night someone must pay for the cost of my Iife
For me to escape the curse of perdition, this poor, weaker being must receive
pain
As you wince at the action of my sadist ways and cry at the throes of your
moribund state
A Daemon issues your Iast rites
Paster Noster Upto In Terra
I break, I twist, I burn, I destroy
Memento Mori
As the candIe of Iight that burned in your heart is doused by the grip of
death ’s hand
Asmodeus, the spirit of Iust bears his necrophiIe ways for the wishes of the
demon in bIack
My Iargesse in Iife shouId be immortaIity disIike the weak, mortaI humans
But in Iife theres aIways death
a muItitude are born to be damned
His perdisized body wiII burn forever
in the scorching fIames of Gehenna.