Disciple Of The Heinous Path

Secrets born in me are the conjurations
Malicious mysteries-calling of the blood
Morbid esoteries written on human skins
Unfit for a world like this-a place of suffering

Disciple of the Heinous Path
The covenant of pestilence
I am a soldier, a fanatic
With a heart sworn to the Dark Lord

My flesh is the abode of complex entities
A temple and a grave-a Chalice of His wrath
The candlelight is pouring down from a flickering flame
Pure black energy and obscurity

The rapture of my murder
These dark tormenting desires
Disciple of the Heinous Path