Beautiful Carnage - Semblant

Bright is your scythe

Searching for the heart of pain

Blood is divine —

You laugh between flesh and despair — and despair

Cruelty can be a perverting virtue

Such as the instinct that control your soul

Desire burn like fire on her essence

Seductive sense of domination above all innocence

The smell of despair

Leeches the air

I lick all your fear

You know you’re condemned

The mask of your soul

Is a lacerated flesh

The beautiful carnage —

Goddess of the damned

Agony is the fountain of your art

A downward path to the darkest side of men’s heart

She turns a messiah into a pariah

Dancing with their knives

Through the hands of a sadist preacher

Nemesis, I saw your genesis

Offering the hand of doom to death comes to full bloom

A hopeless illusion of a doorway to survive

The smell of despair

Leeches the air

I lick all your fear

You know you’re condemned

The mask of your soul

Is a lacerated flesh

The beautiful carnage —

Goddess of the damned