You are the summoned incarnation from the depths of my damnation,
Bound to my imagination,
The persona of my true salvation,
You give me strength and make me whole,
And feed the pyre that lights my soul,
A shade of me that makes no sound,
But enough to see the truth inbound,
They’ve called my darkness from its sleep,
So let their wife’s and daughters weep,
Until I find out where they hide,
And force my summoned deep inside,
For this will be their purgatory participation is obligatory.
This is how it has to be,
The price they pay for mocking me.