I explode on paper,
words stolen from tongues jaded,
Walkin through the bones of satan on roads paved in gold on bloodstained stones,
Quoting ravens,

Unchained vocals spoken through molten statements,
Cant contain the shine they hold on glowin pages,

My flow is hatred,
Found my place unknown with souls forsaken,
Amongst the ancients and shadowy faces,
Scorched and tainted,
Sent from the lowest places to translate the words from a foreign language,

Holdin the flame within,

became one With the mass of woes and anguish Transformed to greatness,

Decayed corrosion controlled and vanquished,
MY UNHOLY CREATED-



HED TRAMA™