The pick chips away at the cold stone ground
My face drips sweat as the rain beats down
This coffin sealed shut contains thy father
A rotting corpse of decayed flesh and bone
I place my hand on the old mans breast
And i feel a faint pulse within his chest
As i cut my arm and the blood seeps out
I chant the curse as it drips in is mouth
His raspy voice sets the air aflame
Maggots spill out as he whispers thy name
Why hast thou summoned thee
It is arcane knowledge that I seek
My unholy offerings and sacrifice
Summon the accursed lord of flies
Before me, behold, the beast!
The pale thin horse of disease
When pleasure and pain became one and the same
The prince of darkness calls upon my name
And the eye of god looks down upon us
Nevermore
