Disciple of the Heinous Path

Secrets born in me are the conjurations 
 Malicious mysteries-calling of the blood.
 Morbid esoteries written on human skins.
 Unfit for a world like this-a place of suffering.

 Disciple of the Heinous Path
 The coventant of pestilence
 I am a soldier,a fanatic.
 With a heart sworn to the Dark Lord.

 My flesh is the abode of complex entities
 A temple and a grave-a Chalice of His wrath
 The candlelight is pouring down from a flickering flame.
 Pure black energy and obscurity

 The rapture of my murder.
 These dark tormenting desires.
 Perversion-tyranny.
 Discipe of the Heinous Path