IMMORTALIS
ZOMBEAST
DEATHDIVINE
I'm just a cigarette, so please smoke me. This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell.
In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate, driven insane by the dark one.
To bring forth the foul biddings, he speaks. The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds.
They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land,
freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man. Into the tower, never go. The horrors multiply. Gears can mince the strongest ones,
leaving heroes paralyzed. The rivers flow with poison, the sands swallow you whole, the ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat.
Tonight will be our last, my hands are itching for razors, my angel, this knife shall carve thee wings. Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood.
The hour approaches when I shall lay a nest inside of you. Sliced open, I lay waste to my desires. Sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile.
And in my dreams, I hold your head beneath the waves. After you've died, I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck.
You enter me in death's perpetual embrace, skin tightens in the throes of lust. And in my dreams, I cut your mouth from ear to ear.
Dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room. How splendidly I carve into your tender heart, shuddering between the sheets.
Whisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoils. We shall be intertwined, entangled in our love.
Murder beckons as time stops with your voice, "I'll love you forever" - and forever it shall be. The knives begin singing, they're weeping for your flesh.
The pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mind. The rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your cries.
With a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations. With a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting the knives are crooning
for this perfect end. For weeks I've watched you, perched above your sleeping form. As I caress your perfection, my angel, I'll tear your insides out.
My mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones. I cannot subside until I have suckled every inch of you. I feel the fibers stretch and tear.
Unbridled climax is achieved. I've waited so long for this moment, the euphoric act of suicide! Suicide! She starts her new diet of liquor and dick,
Just like Hollywood, but laced in sick. The sun goes down, and so does she. So clap your hands to the sound of every
first born dying now. Watch the rivers flow with blood, death will stand where life once stood. Close your eyes, pray for plagues.
Cleanse this Earth, bring our doomsday! Clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now. Watch the rivers flow with blood,
death will stand where life once stood. If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead. If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead.
There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands. There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance.
There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs. There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naive.
I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around. Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found. Will be found.
Now I´m standing here alone at the end of the road, screaming into the emptiness. Why did we start this way together.? Although it was clear to me
I would end up all alone, completely broken and misused by love? I rape myself and I don´t know why, this whole thing makes no sense at all!
Have you ever understood me, have you ever felt the same, have you ever looked in my eyes? Rip them off, take them.
Burn to coals as they crush and leave nothing that resembles a soul of a man. See him numb, see him crushed.
I could not see past fury. Maintained the True Beast. My instincts rupture and the motive has no theme. Now look into these eyes, and see the end of time.
It takes hold this image of rapture, infecting you whole... Tie me to a knob, and close the hanger's door. A human taken advantage for the world's better
peace. He revives as a Beast, in dark fires of Hell. Now wait for the sounds of death, come ringing to your ears.
The blasts, melodic. The gore, beautiful. Your end is yet to come.
I'm still a cigarette, so just smoke me.