Spit - Benighted, Niklas Kvarforth

Behold the black door

My sickness rose between us

Here you roam

Confined in prison cell

The ghost of your voice in a

Disgusting taste whispers my name

Spit to the face my darkness shall embrace

Sexual meat disappeared in a blink

Dogs always keep their promisies

As you puke on my feet

Behold my entrails border

Your flesh to the sublime

With my claws sticking

Into your decomposed remnants

The essence of your soul

Which streams in me

And that I passionately hate

Despite your vain efforts

Watch your remains

Slide on the wall

All these small pieces of you

You, poor weak little thing

Nothing but this insidious

And treacherous nature

Wishing to expel you

And your toxicity

Exhale your soul

Through my fetid breath

Spit to the face

My darkness shall embrace

Nothing but decay