Zule

I, the end of man The son of Mala The offspring of Lamia I care not for testaments Ripping out the crimson hearts They lie freshly dead I kill all there angels Crush their halo’s, falling fragments, down to the Earth With Hellish hate, from my father’s seed, my mother womb My perverse gallivant, spreads death I feel ecstasy, I am voyeur with darkest dread I, the pulse of existing burning fate Crushing the skulls of sapphire lyre I am the act of god An act of a true god Myriad morals shall fall in the unbridled dusk As darkness grows, my craving for your demise becomes starved The dead will surge Nothing will ever collide with my throne I am redefined nectar of massacre The principles of odious made my flesh Drowning life in my Imperium infliction Butchering all that you can loose I fabricate a graveyard of dead corpses The cause of incubus and lioness genocide Weaving the art of my craft Tearing Heaven and Earth to asunder