Visceral Rage

Crimson overwhelming the senses
Hatred enveloping it's host
The scent of blood hangs in the air

At the shores, of an ocean filled with vicera
Batheing in its glory
I baptize myself
I baptize myself

Truly able to see
This possession has taken me

Commanding the possesing soul
I have become whole

Arisen from the red waters
Born of the essence of demons

Spitting blood of napalm
Feeling it burn the veins
Rage fuels me completely
Vengence my creed

The understanding of its power
The crimson light
The crimson light
I am atrocity known as hate



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Writer(s): Bog Wraith
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