black masses and sacred death
never meditating on my last breath
from ancient cemeteries i express
messages for the nocturnal soul less
wrestle demons, nowhere near decent
shout out to my feline like high priestess
another hymn, all about the business
most will never believe what they bare witness
casualties, victims of my demented sickness
mass graves, m.i.a. with the quickness
and i recite ancient spells
written under the influence of hells bells
and from there i tell tall tales
with a certain kind of regal evil
that even to my enemies is seen as unbelievable
red eyed champ to mask my true intentions
from the people i gather strength
and travel many dementions
ascend into levels unheard by those
with soft intentions, hold their soul hostage
found myself when i lost it
the path i took, i should have never crossed it
but i did and now theres no going back
satanic messengers dressed in black
no one is innocent there for no slack
hardcore attack to make friends and enemies crack
not a "B" movie flick w a fictional script
i shout sound loud and clarity clicks
no preacher can preach his way out of this
they beg for mercy for having been all in the mix
black magic tricks, taking the souls of innocent kids
good over evil, whose to say what
cross me in the ring and i'm aiming for guts
keeping it sane got me going mad nuts
and going mad nuts gets the enemy stuck
deranged mind frame
when within the presence of the wicked
clear vision, walking at night
no time for games, i put up a fight
must aim for supreme sorcerer teacher
zombies sent to sacrifice false prophet preachers
and through eternal nightmares were going to reach them
beat and then eventually defeat them
this is a promise from a dark side creature
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