Beneath the Assassins' Moon

I am born of destruction
I crave the old nightmares
In the maddening wails
I find myself solace

Born of destruction
I dream of a world in ruins
I come amongst you
Not unlike as a black plague

The Gods of War
Engage my fealty
With demanding hatred

Endless corridors
Of torture chambers
Splay out in all directions
Forming a perfect sphere
{Blood drenched}
Of the limitless future

There is a great evil
Loosed in this quaint fair land
{Which is to plummet into feudal anarchy}
And I am just that creature
Timeless horrors hidden
Within my innocuous shell

Stormcaller beckons the distant lightning

I will harm nothing
Until Mistress Hel she gives the signal

There are spiritual entities
Which feed upon the dissipation
Of lifeforce and the elevation of pain
And the indulgence of mayhem abomination
And they will strike a bargain of power for it
Giving birth to a consensual orgiastic Hell
As the sadistic will seduces us all

Fodder for modern thought
Until I slither out from beneath the crown
Into a cold dark lair
As the God Overspider - bleak myrmidon
At the center of creation
{this work is as yet incomplete}