1. THE UNTOLD WAR

Dismember the mangled corpse.
a discovery beyond superstition:
Incisions like that of a surgeon's.
Without the time or tools for precision.

In the blink of a watchful eye:
The ultimate bovine excision.
Beyond the constraints of any religion.
The work of the greatest of evil.

An anomaly and not a myth.
What was once impending, now is here.
No deity to save your worthless souls.
The vicious skinwalker shall swallow you whole.

Skinwalker.
Demonic forces arise.
Skinwalker.
The shapeshifters arrive.
Skinwalker.
Holocaustal demise.
Skinwalker.
It is your time to die.

The steadiest of hands shall perform the most gruesome of operations...
total exploration and violation of the victim. The science of suffering.

The fanged-circumvention of the skull. Drain the brain. Swallow the spine when it's full.
Rip his still-beating heart from his chest, slurp his gore-guts, and devour what's left.

The untold war. A massacre.

There is no hope for our species.
Skinwalkers will rise to defeat thee.
When the smoke clears, one will remain.
Skinwalker: the unholy name.

Walk with me. (Skinwalker)


2. WALL OF EYES

Little girl, please take my hand.
I have something that I'd like to show you.
An alternate dimension...
With an entry in the deepest of sleep.

It will be known that this is
reality, and not a dream.
Cut yourself, and you shall bleed.
Lose your way, and you will never be free.

Now stand before this wall and wait.
An eye appears upon it to reveal your likely fate.
One blink and all it's vision becomes that of your own.
A dark, padded room where an older you writhes alone.

The eye now dissipates. With two doors it's replaced.
One door, an exit home. The other an entry into this place.
She knows with little doubt, it'd be best to return to bed.
But struck with a child's wonder, she chooses the entry to "beyond her head."

They will never hear her speak a word of "sense" again. (This world is not her home).

She now follows a path of a color indescribable.
With every step she takes, a day in her life passes away.
On and on and on and on and on. Towards something that she is unsure of.
A someone, a something, a place, a face, a sound, a secret, a God to save her?

Now stand upon this path and wait.
In the sky, an eye appears to lead her to her fate.
But she feels within her heart that something must be wrong.
In the distance, music plays: a dirge, the most somber of song.

The ground begins to shake, and a hand suspends in air.
It points in another direction, she never knew was there.
It is neither back, nor forward. Neither up, nor down.
She follows. All is black, until she hears the beeping sound.

She will never know of all the things that could have been.
Her life was but a waste.
Lying on her death bed, she knows she has reached the end.
As many beeps turn to one.


3. BLOOD IS POWER

On death, I ride alone.
Onward to evil's home:
The land of fire and pain.
The wicked Beast's domain.

The allure of darkness...
March into the gates of hell;
The land of heresy,
Where Lucifer first fell.

Greeted by the infernal goat.
Snarling, he proceeds to gloat.
"Fool, I offer thee no hope."
With haste, I remove his fucking throat.

Discard the body.
Bathe in the blood.
Assume his role:
The unholy one!

If blood is power, then the power must be mine.
I demand a sacrifice far greater than your sheep or swine.
Lay him down upon my altar, so he may see my face.
"I was once a member of your pathetic human race."

No hope: as heaven crashes down.
Into the Earth. With a burst, it resounds
Through out the vastness of this black.

There is no heaven.
There is no Earth.
Only the cosmos,
And the demonic murk.

But alas! I came to do, what has now been done.
The World of Gehenna, I shall cast thee into the Sun.
Greater than Nietzsche: the death of everyone!
From Satan to God to man... to myself, the Unholy One!

No hell: as Hades crashes down.
Into the Sun. With a burst, it resounds
Through out the vastness of this black.