| Glimpse, into a realm, of fear and strife |
| These monuments, were built, for sacred, afterlife |
| Grim images, claw, into, your eager brain |
| To suffocate, in this realm, you shall remain |
| Ancient, evil, arise, from the depths |
| For centuries, buried, they, have slept |
| Banished, from this world, to the hell down below |
| Perpetual, malice, within me, it grows |
| Unholy worship, of the figure in black |
| Disguised as mere friend, but it’s true life that he lacks |
| Submit to him, reluctant to his call |
| Subliminal, you’re stripped of your soul |
| Devoid of emotion, just the urge to destroy |
| Sadistic manipulations are the tricks he employs |
| His gift of black magic, twisted and dark |
| Succumb to the madness, you now bear his mark |