1. BORN TO PIECES

I watch as this ink forms the words that I write
It flows from the tip of this pen, black with spite
As blood runs from deep it swells from inside
Anger so pure and hate so divine
Gazing through time as if present in mind
I awaken each horror to tell me their crimes
So eager to haunt me with boasts each in kind
This is the tale that began this rhyme

She slithers between the rope and razor
This thing is eating its way from inside
Her blackened mind knows she must be delivered
On this day one of them must die
Her dark shadow is the one that guides her
The battle's short and oh so sweet
With glazened gaze she acquiesces to the slaughter
Of this thing that beats inside so deep

To the house of the Butcher
Into the eyes of the Slayer
Before the alter of the massacre
Lay her. Flay her !

The man behind the mask grins to greet her
He is the one with the pitch-black soul
With skilled hands he binds her to the cold chair
Let the sacrifice begin
Like a ritual he begins to spread her
Invading her with the tools of his trade
Should a daughter be slain for sin's pleasure ?
Her first sensation is the kiss of acid pain

Acid fills the darkness
Of the stretched out womb
Burning her flesh
To the bone
Enter the scalpel
The first cut is made
Separate her body
Severed limb from limb

To the house of the Butcher
Into the eyes of the Slayer
Before the alter of the massacre
Lay her. Flay her !

Another day of killing is over
The Butcher slips into the night
A morbid thought I feel taking over
The words come-self defense by proxy
There is a shadow stalking this butcher
Get your scalpels-Let's have some fun !
His first awareness that he's what it's after the cold steel of the barrel of the gun

Acid fills his mouth
Silent screams cannot be heard
The machete draws first blood
In this irony absurd
The blade thirsts for more
Limbs are hacked and hewn
I sicken at such gore
But then I am not like you

The slaughter of the Butcher
Deliverance of ten thousand
An end of the massacre
Preyed him. Slayed him !

The slaughter of the Butcher
Is this of Dark Design ?
Is this what God has in mind ?
Such a small price to pay !


2. PALE SHADOWS

This, My Prayer

Let me slit the throats of the sirens
Let me raze the walls of Troy
Let me grasp Mjollnir
Let me crush the head of Thor

Let me see the Golden Fleece
Hung rusted on its pole
Let me spill the blood of Elizabeth
And down her own throat pour

Grant me the strength
Of the Wooden Stake
Grant me the strength
Of Amulet Senoy

Let me violate Lillith
The whore of filth and dregs
Cast on her back, submissive
Craver of rancid sperm

Let me ascend the gates of Valhalla
Slay Valkyries and Einherjar
Drag Odin from its burning ruins
Again on the tree hang

Grant me the strength
Of the Frostgiants
Grant me the strength
Of Fenrir

Mocking Us
Fools to Us
Who's the Strong One now ?
Bow to Us
Compared to Us
Shadows on the Sun

Let me be the crusher of Satan
Let me be the one
Who sees him bow his knee
To You, Lord of Sabaoth

Odin
One eyed drunken fool
Lillith
Demonic filthy whore
Set-Hen
Bound in eternal dark
Lucifer
I laugh as you're cast down !
Impotent !

Let me be the crusher of Satan
Let me be the one
Who sees him bow his knee
To You, Lord of Sabaoth

Let me be the Serpent of Sabaoth
Devouring the spineless Marduk
Baal is only wood and stone
His canting prophets gone

Let me cause the Baphomet's throne
To be a place for human waste
Let me castrate the Baphomet
In Phallustine disgraced

Grant me the strength
Of the Lord of Host
Grant me the strength
Of the Holy Ghost

Mocking Us
Fools to Us
Who's the Strong One now ?
Bow to Us
Compared to Us
Shadows on the Sun"