A festering blob of Flesh without skin The necrotic grotesque They are the embodiment of sin Driven by instinct It's goal is to kill Your flesh the nutrition they need Your blood to quench their thirst No slow crawlers, no time to think Flaying you while you're still alive Their claws dig deep Only existing to kill The necrotic...Learn More

Subjected to Satan And at his behest I rule his dominion To which I confess To chastise the filthy Who without respect Revere the Messiah That spineless insect! I thrust with a fury It’s almost divine My blade rips your guts Though you shall never die The pain is relentless Abundance of blood As you lay here limbless Crying out to your...Learn More