Eternal Tomb of Stones

The master of illusion and confusion has arrived And soon he will invade the many facets of your mind. A shaker and a shaman who will find all things contrived To strip you of your sanity and leave his seed behind. Appearing from the ether of your often foggy dreams, Believer and deceiver in the ancient mysteries; A planner with a purpose who will implement his schemes To overwhelm your stilted soul and steal realities. Seen always in the shadows of Man's rationality This specter stands alone atop his putrid bloodstained throne; You suddenly are sickened by his beastiality, But fear to walk the talk through life with flesh fillet'd to bone. Contagion of collusion brings eternity of hate To stand before the altar stone's malevolent disgrace. He claims your destination will fulfill a brutal fate; Compassion not denoted on his maladaptive face. Awaken from the wretched dark and dreaded dreams of night To gaze upon finality's sarcophagus of stones. And soon you are aware the dreams you dream to his delight, Will cast out not one demon marrowed well witihin your bones.