The Death Of The Psychic Vampire

Jun 16, 2004 06:23

Abashed, I stood the day the wind blew your stench to me
Abashed, I stood when your foetid stench crept upon then past me
Abashed, thou shall lay at my very feet
Abashed, thou shall die from thine last fucking feat

LIAR!

Climbing mental stages to access the warmth
Pushing away the metal to find the very core
Tethering thine to emotions of love and excess
Thou pushed and thou pushed, thou fucking whore

Covered sweet lies with the sugar outside
I shall cover thine with sweet lithe, liar
Binding thou down to the stake thine hast created with pride
Set the flames ablaze, feel it, whore, feel the fire

Is that a river stream of tears down their faces?
Is that a tear for thou, the dying and worthless
No, it's merely damned ash flung to their eyes
We all stare and laugh and enjoy thou cries

Sucking the life out of every emotion
Angered, the states of mental frustration
Roaring the fire shall scorch to your bone
An epitome of the Christian liars
Hear my laughter, as the fire burns brighter

BRIGHTER!

FIRE!

Said thou went through a stage
Well, harlot, let us return to the Burning Age
Thou hast forgotten I lay with sage
Witness to the searing of thou flesh
Blackest orgasm furthers my success

Burn thou Christian liar!
I condemn thy to thine own hellfire!
Thine destruction, my desire
Suffer now, roast in my fire!

As I laugh, then thou shalt weep!
Feel the barbs sting thy brain
Stings and pins and insects creep
Body burned, that's first steep
Now thy soul is on Death Leap
Better to be a Dragon
Then a shit-eating sheep

No one to assist thine's screams
No one shall aid thy suffering
Thou hast thrown away the bond,
Filthy regurgitating cow
Feel the Darkness closing in
Thou hast committed it's own sin

Look thou will to thy Yahweh
But Yahweh never did exist
And neither shall you
Along with ash
Thy shall blow away with the mist

Wretched, screaming, cursed thou art
Mephisopheles turns from thou
Not even He wishes to dirty His hands
On thine soiled wreaking carcass
Even Set smells thou, from His Egyptian sands

Between veil of Life and Death
Thou shall exist, but not in breath
Hecate comes walking
You see and start shouting
But Hecate shall ignore thou
For She won't even guide thine soul

Abashed, I stood the day the wind blew your stench to me
Abashed, I stood when your foetid stench crept upon then past me
Abashed, thou shall lay at my very feet
Abashed, thou shall die from thine last fucking feat

Fire! Fire!
Burn the liar!
Liar! Liar!
Christian bonfire!
Fire! Fire!
Burn the liar!
Liar! Liar!
Christian bonfire!
Fire! Fire!
Burn the liar!
Liar! Liar!
Christian bonfire!

In nomine dei nostri Satanas Luciferi excelsi

I roast this wretched carcass to be condemend to die

I roast this wretched carcass to be vanished from my eye

Nema! Livee morf su revilled tub

Noishaytpmet ootni ton suh deel

Suh tshaiga sapsert tath yeth

Vigrawf eu za sesapsert rua suh vigrawf.

Derb ilaid rua yed sith suh vig

Neveh ni si za thre ni

Nud eeb liw eyth

Muck mod-ngik eyth

Main eyth eeb dwohlah

Neveh ni tra chioo

Rertharf rua!
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