descend Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease
The blood is the life
Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right
I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like...rain
The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee
I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter...
A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn