Lamenth: Black Mass Medicine


Wish of death is set
upon people
that must be put rest.
Into silence
of their god's force.
Reward of their life
is overdose of pain!

Pain!

Drown them into poison
with their pure hearts.
Snakes vital
turns you into ground.
Into ground!

Twilight in the air.
Is turning and burning.
Your existence.
Is smashed into mass
of the flesh
to the keepers.

This is our rite
and our sin.
It shall be the end
of your hopeless means.
We are here to give
you the godless bound.
Despoil you till
you are ever found.

Revel in torment.
Torment, in torment of thee.
Thee begin to see.
End of all divinity.