Cold Black Blood Occultism

I drink the juices from an ocean of evil
I take the chalice to my salty lips…
Clogging my arteries and drowning my thoughts
I give my life – I give my soul
For Lord Satan
The vessel of my flesh – ripe for hate’s pickings
The black mark engraved on my livid skin
Blackened blood flows from my veins
So sweet – warm are the juices…
Of the pentagram of my Father
Wrap my soul in grotesque visages
I fall limp into the pit of the Earth
My eyes burn – burn so deep, so cold
Burn my corpse in tribute to my perverse memory
A grave of flesh built of tortured victims
And an evil which watches over my grave
Where the air freezes…