Perpetual Malice - Dismemberment

Glimpse, into a realm, of fear and strife

These monuments, were built, for sacred, afterlife

Grim images, claw, into, your eager brain

To suffocate, in this realm, you shall remain

Ancient, evil, arise, from the depths

For centuries, buried, they, have slept

Banished, from this world, to the hell down below

Perpetual, malice, within me, it grows

Unholy worship, of the figure in black

Disguised as mere friend, but it’s true life that he lacks

Submit to him, reluctant to his call

Subliminal, you’re stripped of your soul

Devoid of emotion, just the urge to destroy

Sadistic manipulations are the tricks he employs

His gift of black magic, twisted and dark

Succumb to the madness, you now bear his mark