Tyrants Blood Slithering Into Exile
Enter all wicked for despair is yours,serpents of eternal eclipse.
The faithless gift of liquid death consumes what is left of hope faith and vanity.
Obsidian devouring sanity.
Keep of emptiness wallow in the sickness, breath in the stink of the hollow.
Live in the malady of the merriless.
Merciless extinction in the barren womb.
Northward and drained,slithering in exile,
the excruciating extraction.
Wholly vacant is the marrow less soul.
Endure in this the wretches of morality.
Furthest from the faith in the dominion, derelict of flame.
Dominated black spires of Oblivion, taste the soot of centuries.
Embrace the drowning venom, penitent and alone.
