THE DEAD SCROLL - Written by Carroll Bryant
Blade of the dagger penetrates your flesh
Blood dripping anxiously on my tongue
This is the time of agony
You wail in great pain
Your fear masturbates me to orgasm
How does it feel to be chosen?
Like Christ, you are a sacrifice
Consume the sex of the devil
Feel the ultimate power
Your heart is stone
Your soul lies naked
This is the night of a purity
You cry in your fear
Your tears illustrate my madness
How does it feel to be chosen?
Like Christ, you are a bastard
This is the life that embodies the soul
A dark tomb waits for you
Blood stains on an ancient scroll
It reads, 'I am a madman'
I am not possessed by Abaddon
The Beast is who I am
How does it feel to be chosen?
Feast on the flesh of his offerings
How does it feel to be chosen?
Like Christ, you are delivered
Blood drips on the ancient scroll
It reads, 'I am a madman'
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