/lit/ - Literature

Out from the dark, where I lurk and wait
Without remorse, but with furious hate
Relentless slaughters, ruthless kills
Looking for victims just for the thrills
One with evil, one with my deeds
I crave blood to satisfy my needs
Countless bodies I've slaughtered in the past
The few who have discovered, didn’t last

Human remains, dead and maimed
In my collection of cracked heads
Piles of bodies, chopped in half
In my collection of cracked heads

Their fate ends the same, with the necks I break
I must keep all the souvenirs that I take
The cracking sound always gets me ecstatic
So does my collection of the macabre in the attic
Decorated with skulls and stripped limbs
I call it art, some consider it grim
It is my refuge from reality
No one knows of my urge or insanity

Let's go, boys!

Limbo shelters heathens from the past
Baptized by fire, died by war
Dwelling shadows, chaos rising fast
Black rain of acid, dark sky thunders roar

Hunger extreme of the great black beast
Gobbles with three mouths, feces, blood and flesh
Lurking about with only aim, eternal feast
Hooks in with chains, trapped in this infernal mesh

Emperor of endless night, come to us with all your might
Ancient demon show your wrath, we follow thee on left hands path