The Will of the One

Oh what a tragedy

spilling seeds of weakness in betrayal

if only in mind

the soul of men cry out in vain

perpetuation is lost

the days of everyday life has long since ceased

and in unwreckless defiance

therein lays the will of the one

All things have become pointless

all thoughts have turned away from meaning

For in this bitter hour of struggle

the meek defy and burn alive

All actions become useless

all duties left in contempt

and long is the hour

when the fall became imminent

My arms are tired from the weight of decention

and in the ways of flesh all things now pass

The lot of mine... only part of the play divine...

The mirror is turned on me

and only I know what I see

winged red glowing

permiate the aura of one

mane astrum will fall

down to the black shepard

the black horde will cry

witness the fall of master

For the lot of the one

is the one to bring forth death

to the black adversary

and to free the world from grief

"All fly now"

Your false deity is the lie

your delusions are the making of a trajedy

your stupidity lies inside

your bitterness is your own fault, all made by you

I will find my way through paths of ill existance

I will learn the truths and I have fucking evolved

What rights have you earned?

placing nothing but blame on the heads

of those innately greater then you

thus is the true meaning of drone

that's why you fail

all fly

all fucking fly now

Your fucking false god has never been there

deity of the make believe

and you wonder why you fall so perfectly?

you created your fate through perfect blasphemy

Your false deity is the lie

your delusions are the making of a trajedy

your stupidity lies inside

your bitterness is your own fault, all made by you

and now the price is yours to pay

"Cry for mercy, pray for deliverance"

We are the providers of your last hope

"deliver us sheep from iniquity"

abandon this foolishness

"dear lord our time is come"

welcome to the future which is near

"why, oh why?"

cry you fucks, become your truth, your weakness

For the lot of the one

is the one to bring forth death

to the black adversary

and to free the world from grief

the new savior scorned for being, yet asking for nothing

Fall to me

oh bringer of blackened misery

Fall to me bastard

horned pussy of failed deeds

Fall to me

destructer of worlds failing by my word

Fall to me

cause of lifelong insanity, yet creator of new strength

Fall to me

by my ether sword it shall be

Fall to me

I end thee serpent, omega absolute

The end will end as it began

with but a wimper

and the host will know defeat

my presence mark the end complete

and the firmament will tremble

and the sky shall turn red

from the blood of the devil

slayed eternal on earthly ground