Heretic Soul

The Cold Lust Of Fear From The Conversation With The Darkend Mind...Cruelty, When Angels Cry Blood, The Tomb Of Your Hopes And Dreams So Frail, The Fears You For Years Tried To Forget...She Was The Fire, Restless And Wild And You Were A Moth To That Flame...The Heretic Seal Beyond Divine A Prayer To A God That Does Not Care...I Want To Taste The Tears Of The Suffering...Complete And Total Horror...I Want To Taste The Tears Of Shivering Children Weeping Uncontrolably...I Want To Feel Their Pain Soak Into My Bones I Want To Slide My Fingers Inside The Wet Caverns Of Their Fear...I Want To Suckle The Milk Of Madness From The Great Fanged Mother..I Want To See With The Eyes Of Panic, To Smell The Inevitability Of Death..To Spread My Sweet Disease...The Look Of Agony Across There Faces...The Sound Of Their Twitching Corpses...It Makes Me Shudder With Joy, Knowing Of Their Torment...I Look At The Masses Of Bodies...Their Twisted Faces, Wracked With Pain...Their Torment Makes Me Smile With Joy...Ride On The Wings Of Death, Ponder What Its Like...Feel It In Your Bones, Drink From Those Who've Died...Seducing The Appetite Of And Demeaning Of The Virginal Flesh...Volatile Images Of Screaming Nightmares Cascading Through Vibrant Cerebral Vortex Coaxed With Everlasting Devilish Delights...Your Loved One Ripped From Your Arms By The Tainted Angel Of The Undead, Find The One That Was Taken From You On The Wings Of The Reaper...Her Soul Still Cries To You In Your Dreams...To See Her Eyes Looking Into Yours, And Then Reach For Her, Only To Fall Into Darkness, And Awaken With Your Arm Stretched Out Grasping Nothing But Air...This Chance To Satisfy These Desires...Mutilation In The Sinful Choirs....Drowning The Integrity, Left Here Inside To Burn...Where Is Your Holy God Now, My Dear? Raping Your Delirious Dreams Of Fear! I Can Hear Them Crying I Can Hear Them Beg I Watch Them Bleed Their Blood Runs Hot Inside Their Skin Goes Cold Outside...Scream For Me In The Dark Of Night Scream And Make Me That Lullaby...Seducing The Fallen Seraphim From Their Abysmal Bastille... Isn't It Sweet When The Angels Grovel At Your Feet?