Execrator - Crown Magnetar

I feel the temptress breath inside me decompose my heart

The stench of flesh re evaluates my outlook on life

The gates are shut behind me as I make my advance

A perverse face of lust is all that I see

Pathetic waste

Worshipping technological platforms

This is your destiny you worthless fetid specie

The chard remains encase my world

As we gaze upon the deaths of political blasphemy

With this blood I present cleansing

Prolonging my life to feast upon all virgin flesh

Beneath the church our ninth circle is nearly complete

Engraving the symbols in our skulls of this unholy ceremonies pending doom from

below

The scars on my neck create a perfect symmetry of how life ends before death

Reflecting on society’s lies

This is the planet I’ve come to despise

We must drink until thine glass is empty

The virgin blood trickles down my throat

This blissful drink of swine and lies

Hosted, a black mass surrounds those you dread to hate

Aged tongues spew knowledge from there dead throats

Feed me their agony

I’ll take it all and beg for fate

Suspended is the mindset that I feed

Unrelenting hate

Never to be felt again

Rejuvenation dies

And takes those who fear with it

I am it, which embodies all

Speak, bleed, rinse, repeat

Sinking eyes deceive a new age of birth

Spilt, seek and move the earth