Slave Under His Immortal Will
I speak for the sake of death Inveined in divine possession I am but a slave under His immortal will Entering a bane towards a pantheon, for the flesh of murder Option are no more, my human mind must die My covenant is to be held through death and on Sworn to the master His kingdom is ahead A life for him is harsh and strikt Do your deeds and you shall be picked And your place in Hell will be assured Ye and I shall follow the words of the Lord I am but a slave under His immortal will Entering a bane towards a pantheon, for the flesh of murder Option are no more, my human mind must die My covenant is to be held through death and on
Submitted by Celtic Frost โ Apr 25, 2025
Death; a travel, comes out from the dark Suicidal winds of madness The spontaneous negativity upon the human soul Adapt to the unknown, embrace with it deep, The only truth, the task remains to be completed Kill yourself, do as He tells you Murder and take advantage, you know that it is right Complete the task which is given to you The stench is getting stronger The whispers are getting louder, it will never stop Weak and disemboweled, crawling for a saviour All that is heard is the whispers from the Master Rectify your mistakes and do what you are told And your journey towards the dark will be complete
Submitted by Warbringer โ Apr 25, 2025