Begotten in Black

A spirit damned to bleak descent,
 Unhinged by pain without release,
 Begot one final monument
 Of black and gruesome agonies.
 Fingers digging deep into
 A carcass' sallow flesh and bone.
 The torso gives as teeth bite through,
 He gorges to protect his throne.
 Strange and masterful creation.
 Wonder, rendered out of sight.
 A soul condemned to ruination
 By the daughters of the night.
 In a torrent of dark that was never to cease
 He wrought horrors upon the walls.
 In the smothering silence of torturous peace
 He heard the abyssal calls.
 Towering upon the hill,
 A god from out the ancient days
 Has gathered them to speak his will
 And teach them the forgotten ways.
 Strange and masterful creation,
 Wonder rendered out of sight.
 A soul condemned to ruination
 By the daughters of the night.
 In the shadowy crypt under lightless skies,
 Was a phantasmagoria of fates.
 By the flickering flames and the unmoving eyes
 He was opening up the gates.
 In a torrent of dark that was never to cease
 He wrought horrors upon the walls.
 In the smothering silence of torturous peace
 He heard the abyssal calls.
 In seclusion and furor he answered back,
 With a madness rendered in paint.
 A masterpiece out of sickness and black
 Without sanity's constraint.