The Faustian Pact - Panzerfaust

Vanquished ground

From birth till rigor mortis

The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole

Descension bound

Where lust defines the order

Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse

And a testament to his ruin;

Absent the fruits of patient toil

He will never lick the wounds

a disease that heightens the senses

In a world of sin, of shit — but in schism —

One gets harder in time

And if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves

Vanquished ground

From birth till rigor mortis

The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole

Descension bound

Where lust defines the order

Voidward shines the suns of perdition

Yetzer Hara — Yetzer Hara — Yetzer Hara

Victor or vanquished

What defines loss?

Twisted in irony;

Encroaching manifest destiny

The sick divine glory

infinitesimal trappings

Weaponize the ages

The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back.

And bound by it’s own

gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves