The Beast Of A Mighty Lord

Walking corpse's becoming the kings of the dead

With flesh torn from the bone

Rotting away with the tides of hate lined time

No forgiveness for the masses

Only pain for those who tried to reach the top

Sent down below as the hands of Shiloh await

Open arms swallow the self righteous into the blackness

Past beyond the realms of sight and sound

Hell remains the point of no return for those caught in the flesh

Breaking down as I pull with the force of giants

Demons come crying out of my deepest being

Ripping them through my flesh and soul by their throats

They kneel before the alpha who has authority by vengeance

I have no enemies only those who wish to be loved

For who can stand against me when all who do fall dead?

Gaze down the path of freedom and see me standing at the finish line

Now look upon the other and see without me you're nothing

A darker side awaits as you follow the lock of my eyes

But it is so much safer with a protector who consumes all in rage

Fighting back against the hypocrisy and the lies

Burn these motherfuckers with lips covered in sin alive

Throwing filth out the window not expecting it to land on the innocent

Unbeknownst to them that suffering returns with all they let go

Return to your master and overtake his remains

For when I am done there will only be still bones left with lifeless lungs

Though after all the torture the heart will remain with pitiful beat

Awaking the mind in the nightmares of memory to the nightmares of life

Remembering how the beast came crashing down

Right on the head of a false prophet while they honored the false god of themselves

Created out of the mind that all paths lead to joy

That by flesh of their flesh an idol may spring forth everlasting life

But only one might can reign over the sight of all mankind

And he may have only one rider in black to keep back the night

Come to grips with the fact that you are just a useless waist

I've come to take you back to the pit you've created for yourself

Wake from your rest you dip shits

It is time for the monuments of pain to be placed in your very depths

Burn