I feel my power fade by each passing day.
Must they be so untrue?
I can no longer bear to roam
Amongst the worms that crawl upon our Earth
The wind bites in the moonlight's waning
The horseman speaks...
"You must cast the goddess of treachery on a bed of suffering
And make their tongues drip with trickery
Suffer intensely with her
I call upon the primordial ones to serve in the scourge of earth
And I will strike her children dead
I shall pierce the heads of the betrayers
And split their tongues to bleed upon my feet"
They wail with entrails dragging across scorched pavement
Reverberation of hope eclipsed maliciously
Consuming the fresh glistening flesh
Gnawing on the viscera, viciously chomping away
Innards scatter and enter my lungs
A scorn colder than the void's howling echo
Their cries for mercy muted by their own cleaved tongues
The cosmos shall hear the burning whines
A scorn colder than the void's howling echo; All American nightmare by hinder