What secrets lurk in my mind, What forces torment my soul? Secrets of some sinister kind, Forces of evil eyes, black as coal!
I can sense your pounding heart And smell the sweat of your fear, Lo! I say so in truth from the start So you are forewarned, be clear.
I thirst for blood, warm and red, And a ******'s heart I wildly desire, If you read any further you'll be led down a path to the pit of fiery fire.
I cast diabolical spells with words to lure you into a satanic ritual, I use no knives, arrows or swords, It's purely carnal and not spiritual.
Do not read this poem twice, It will trigger invocation to a spirit, And turn your warm blood into ice And let me your soul to inherit.
For I have made a pact with the Devil, I am offered worldly wealth and power To lead you down the dire path of evil And with your blood my soul to scour!