The Blackest Incarnation

i awaken -- deep in the grasp of frozen pines
 not a shred of clothing, yet i feel no cold
 the woods envelope my soul
 perception multiplies
 my senses heighten to extremes
 my heart beat ever increasing
 the only sound aside from the wailing of the wind through the trees
 i know no fear
 boundaries of mortal human flesh have abandoned me as i am renewed
 i dreamt of such a mutation for countless winter nights
 my essence became that of a beast
 i gracefully cut through the forest
 free of my former husk
 unfettered by the hindrances of past
 my purpose manifests, i am void of delusion
 i am born into this wolven form in seek of human flesh
 lead by vampiric hunger
 i will to feast upon the bones of the meek
 the marrow of my enemies
 lusting to be bathed in the blood of a child
 to quench my maw with shreds of virgin flesh
 to tear apart he who i once was
 to rid the world of his feeble lies
 for days i travel north, leaving a trail of hollowed bodies in my frigid wake
 finding my way back home to stalk amongst the feeble mortals
 in the clothing of a sheep
 envenomed, i am the blackest incarnation
 the end of their disease
 on my arrival, vengeance swings a heavy hand
 crushing the will of god
 for countless winter nights i have dreamt of such a day
 i'd watch the humans crawl 'neath a swirling den of pain
 the plight of all creation
 the fall of their existence
 extinction, the will of humanity
 forsaken by my hand
 oh weep, the angels shall be destroyed
 as claws remove their wings
 jaws sodden in the purest blood
 in the purest fucking blood i bathe!
 this blackened hand shall reap
 shall reap insurmountable
 undying, cleaving the sickly hearts of mortals true
 earth falls as heaven shall
 crumbing as god has taken knee and felt his creation's pain
 the humans' fucking pain
 our lord has birthed the perfect evil unto this fragile earth
 the sands of time now weigh against you
 pounding your weathered backs
 impending dread is cast upon you to swallow whole your faith
 the boundaries of your mortality are the only remorse you'll be shown
 i arrive unwritten to blacken the work of your lord
 your god so feeble, allowed for this end to be born
 your god so feeble, trampled 'neath my wrath
 to die crushed beneath my fist
 to fall as heaven shall
 my purpose manifests, i am void of delusion
 i am born into this wolven form in seek of human fucking flesh