Secrets born in me are the conjurations
Malicious mysteries-calling of the blood.
Morbid esoteries written on human skins.
Unfit for a world like this-a place of suffering.
Disciple of the Heinous Path
The covenant of pestilence
I am a soldier,a fanatic.
With a heart sworn to the Dark Lord.
My flesh is the abode of complex entities
A temple and a grave-a Chalice of His wrath
The candlelight is pouring down from a flickering flame.
Pure black energy and obscurity
The rapture of my murder.
These dark tormenting desires.
Perversion-tyranny.
Disciple of the Heinous Path
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