All in the dark
under a pitch black sky
A phantom walks
Through a deserted isle

Shuddering the silence
anomalous howls as it lurks
Sniffing the mortal’s blood
To satiate insatiable thirst

As he makes his move
In a deceiving grace
To Compel by his charm
Conceding victim to become his prey

A submission by will
To an animus intention
Never would the mortal wake up
After this partial execution

acclaiming the reign of the dark side
while taking over the sane
Asserting evil commendation and power
Intrudes his teeth deep into the vein

Drinking from the mortal
Feeds himself on the fluent lifeline
Taking in his existence
This immortality he confides

Never ending hunger
An unquenchable thirst
Provokes him every time
To spread this malevolent curse

Hiding himself in the darkness
His immortality limited to night
Fearing noxious consequences
Always runs away from light

This prohibition to luminosity
To avoid, in a casket he sleeps
Again as the night falls
The prince of darkness creeps

Bound by the rules
This place he subsists and dwells
Inflicting the deadly curse
As he lives through a curse himself…

Sanity fails to compel me now
Submitting to your wish my master
As I step into the dark asylum
Serving you like a drudge here after
 
In darkness I believe my existence
To you I deliver my soul
Deceives me not spiritual pretense
consenting to this malevolent assault
 
Against the acumen, once weakened me
For the virtue of that sane fake
Sins after sins to execute on command
I stand for this oath I take
 
Control only to get out of control
I petty mortal’s vulnerability
Unknown to the turmoil,
Of what Will now hunt their tainted sanity
 
Screams of terror, acclaims from the dead
Getting closer they will hear
Dreaded to what they would see
So defenseless only to run and hide in fear
 
In his grace they believe
Lamenting to the savior they beg 
But this faith will be slaughtered
As they Witness this immortal outrage
 
Bringing the disciples down
Animosity reigns the so thought faith
Breaking every illusion to reality
into a melancholic outcome of their fate
 
saints misleading no more
leading them for a change
in a contradiction to their preaching
a rearrangement; crucified in disgrace
 
a touch of an animus cruelty
to adorn this redesigned abase
all the facades now ripped open
to show the real tint of this place
 
resurrection to the emperor
reign of a sinister eon
amendment to all aphorism
as this infliction forever now will go on…
 
gehenna arriving to take over
for a start of an end they prepare
terminus to their thoughts and existence
a damage; now gone far beyond repair…

The obsession of power
A deliberate enforcement
Preaching rationalism to humanity
Resulting to terrible disappointment

Hiding under are the intentions
Covered in the name of religion
A partial execution
Blinding the disciples to purposeful confusion

An evil in the name god
A betrayal in the name of trust
Shaking the beliefs of mankind
Devastating the places of holy shrine

Killing innocent lives
Attacking from behind
Claim themselves to be warriors
Are nothing but disgraceful cowards

Endless human slaughter
A new dimension to cruelty
Formation of mass destruction
Is your definition of victory

With all this misery
An achievement you feel
It won’t be the same again
As the saints are out to ****

Defying your motives once again
To touch these grounds
No force field to break
Just a bullet in your head and you are down

This time we unite
The roles change
And therapy continues
carrying out this outraging revenge

Animosity of fate
As this time you witness
The suffering and all this pain
Its our turn now, you will repent