Masters to the Ways of Descent

"You do not understand, me you are not capable of it.
I am beyond your experience. I am beyond Good & Evil.
Legions of the night breed repeat not the errors of the Night Prowler and show no mercy...
Lucifer dwells within us all!"

I worship the fallen, those angel's burning flight.
The Demon's in dreaming. Moulded death into this life.
An act of power, summoned up beyond the gates of hell.
To possess this immortal spirit forever that dwells.
To follow the master to the ways of descent.
Follow the master to the ways of descent.
Bleeding for the sins of Christ. Tempted to the fires of hell.
Drawn into the wings of death to burning chambers, festering crypts.
Winds of damnation blow, fires that burn the spirit black.
Attack with the savage force, as I unchain the viscous hordes.
To burn in this darkness, this darkness has me spawned.
Birthed, as the crucifix inverted on their savior,
and the bastard fucking fathers that cloaks the burning fall.
To follow the master to the ways of descent.
Follow the master to the ways of descent.
Summon life to the flesh, summon death through this life.
Summoning possessed force, I'm summoning the Demon Lords.
Invocate through the kill, to revocate the Holy hate.
Dominate all Holy force, to blaspheme on their fucking God.
To burn you in darkness, this darkness has you caught.
The flames, cauterizing heathens, forceful fucking terror.
The wretched blasphemers of vileness. Desecration on the Lord.
... Turn on God, the fuck that sentenced me to death.
Back on the beaten path, that begged me back to this.
Ate the fucking fruitful, tempted Holy sin.
Now I transform to this Demon on the fucking path to descent.
Falling. Into the pits of hell. I must burn.
Burn into this horror, to the masters ways of the grave orders
Back for war, on the God's and the servants.
The weakest fucking link, of the Holy scriptures writ.
Send me to murder the Christ whores and saviors of your death.
Back for this fucking war again as I'm sent as Satanic damned.

I summon this Demon, this horror. Violent war.
I'm risen, a heathen. Blasphemer. Satan's force.
The fires are rising, your dying angel whores.
Disguising, revising, scriptures "Thou Wilt Is Law"
I summon the horror. The darkness. the Pain.
I summon the augurs to order the slaughtering.
I summon all hordes of disorder against the grain.
I summon to cauterize this flesh into flames.
Down to the flames. Burn for my master.
Slave to the pain, to the ways of descent.