I Avenge Myself

Escape the lethal teeth of faith
 This snarling mouth that bleeds words of this darkness
 A binding obsession for the last grasp of air
 Procession in plagued blood below this horizon
 Embrace this stain of un-divine
 Torture of sickness in consumed
 Helpless in offering of this confession
 Kiss of this lifeless transfer
 Escape these rites of the sky
 These torn wings of the defied
 Force this silent murder of spoken praise
 Beneath the regions of cold and flame
 Birthed from cold blood
 Symbolism of tainted thought in blood filled eyes
 Sinister laugh of disfigured ideals, these hands were bound by nails
 My lips are glazed with words of rebirth in praise of death
 I grasp for air in the submergence of my own sin
 Clinical silence for the seed of disease
 Prelude to self divine assassination
 Breathless in ruin by the force of havoc
 Crawl with thorns adorned in punishment
 Hallucinogenic transfer in the precursor to hell
 The dark god and his desire whisper in transcendence
 Worship in slave tongue, cold breath of the flame
 These scorns of reincarnating the black void
 Rust covered blades of this atonement
 The modeling of pain for torturers
 HellÂ's architecture of the human mind
 These hands were once drowned in blood
 Redeem this desecration
 Soaring on wings of despise, divine image burns my eyes
 Sinister hands of restructure, feverish mold cast in flame
 Bodies descend in sky of death, cruelty of disease shall swallow breath
 Trial beneath great lake of ice, forsaken lives of sin in sacrifice
 I give into the embrace of agony
 I am sinless within my own sin
 Accommodate this pain to preserve myself
 I must bleed my own infection of the light
 These burning wings of failure for this helpless prayer savior
 This breath of sulfur before death in altered divinity of wrath
 Legion in mirror like creation, carrier of the great plague
 I kneel for this final redemption, failing in countless sick prayers
 The hand of war raised from the blood of the fallen angels
 This skinned god of empty souls birthing disorder
 An altar of suicide in this timeless torment
 Current of life lost swallows me, inhaling my breath