The tragoedial curtain rises on this menagerie of misfortune, Contained within its unhallowed acts are agonies bespoke No gods nor men, only vile beasts; devourers of innocence Vicious syphons consuming what little light remains Aroused through violence, bathed in my decay
We are forever changed by an iniquitous hand We are forever changed
Drawn further towards the darkness
We are forever changed by a singular act of cruelty Inseparably bound to an unalterable course
Its path guiding us towards the inexorable
Truth that we shan’t escape until neither draws breath
The curtain shall lower on a tragic existence Dogged by calamitous divinations
We are forever changed by an iniquitous hand
Through tragedy, we are reborn. In agony, we shall exist
Weep not for the maligned for their hands are also unclean Eternally stained by the blood they have shed
We are forever changed by an iniquitous hand
Through tragedy, we are reborn. In agony, we shall exist We are forever changed by an iniquitous hand
Through tragedy, we are reborn. In agony, we shall exist

Lo, the stench of the lower world hangs low
‘Round the necks of the damned
Wrought with disease, our malnourished frames cannot Support the weight of our sickly flesh
Tormented by you and your repulsive beasts Come to claim what we have not to give
You should not be here We should not
We should not be here
What further dignities would you destroy To sate your unrelenting appetites?
This room has been stained by impurity, Tarnished by your filthy hands
Lo, you should not be here We should not be here
A blinding flash of white light dazes
As our bodies collapse to the floor
The gnashing of tooth and claw erupts Masking the snapping on sinew Sanguine sirens serenade
Assuring me this is my doing
A punishment for my impiety
My kin are unmade through violent benediction
As their screams turn to a deafening silence
I feel the briefest moment of peace washing over me
Your hold tightens and burns my skin, but you stay your hand And leave me to live with this pain
Relieve me of this torment, rend me of this cruel existence Don’t walk away, don’t walk away
You miserable coward
You should have fucking killed me

Disoriented, I awoke mutilated
From the wounds I incurred to gaze upon
The mangled contortions that were once my kin Strewn about like broken dolls
Their fragile forms barely containing the onset decay
Unto what fresh hell have I been cast
What manner of beast could commit such atrociously vile deeds I retch from the stench and vomit
Coating the floor in my vitriolic emissions
I feel a pit growing in my soul Pulsating with sinister intent Congruent with the revelation
Of what has been and what must be done
I am not human anymore
You took that away from me
O what pleasure I will feel in taking it from you
It has been several days since I was cast into this void
Yet it feels as though a century has come and gone
Despair is short-lived
As the urgency of revenge takes hold I am seething with spectacular malice I am ordained in enmity
Funeral bells ring in the distance
Heeding your siren call, I will walk
Through this melancholic abyss shaped by death Towards my absolution

A disquieting presence pierces my soul
Speaking through flesh, sends chills to my bones An agony howling from beyond the mist
In contorted tongues, a portent is wist
A slighted pariah, cast from your home Dragging my coffin, mine carrion throne
From which I command you, purveyor of dread With vicious resolve, requite the dead
I know your voice well
How lost I’ve been in your absence
Speak
Speak to me, o formless muse
Guide
Guide mine pitiless hand to their throats
Let their rot spill forth and nourish the roots
As you sing to me from beneath the soil
With your vengeful hands, turn me from the sun
Blind my eyes so that I may never to see the light again
Halcyon visions fade
Into sweet nothingness
Their comforting glow drowning Submerged in a ruinous bile
Your voice is calling
A vengeful siren’s wail
A mournful hymn from below Invocate none other than I
A forlorn thrall
Slighted by the three
Turned vile messenger
Whose voice brings eternal stillness

Hark, what vicious hymn the maggot sings A carol of rot, it calls for a tithe of flesh The first of three putrid courses
Let us begin this feast for writhing worms
The resolve of this one is weak
His gait stilted, he shambles through sludge Injured and abandoned by his brood Unaware he is to be devoured
My appetite is gluttonous
My pain, unending
My vindication draws near
My appetite, my appetite is gluttonous
I am poised for retribution
We have both been losing sleep Haunted by incoherent visions
I hear the baying of fiendish beasts Their howls call us to the void
Have you forgotten my face
A gored visage bereft of pity
Garbed in ghostly skin
Bringing reveries from ‘neath the earth
A tragic song carried on carrion wings Dissolve, decay, until my hunger ends
My appetite is gluttonous My pain, unending
My vindication draws near My appetite is gluttonous
Look upon the emptiness
Feel crushed by its weight
As you mouth tepid utterances
Choke on your words and become silent

Through mud and decay, I have crawled for so long
That the warmth of life no longer comforts me
Emerging from the moor, I see a sunless sky
No light may pierce its obsidian veil; a dismal blanket of doom.
A vicious hatred rumbles within this chasmic void The throes of a deathless colossus echoing
I do not recall a time before my eyes turned from the sun
Before your poison flowed through my veins
A furious Siren wails, her pallid form buried deep within the naught, Her ghostly hand guiding me
Our agony shall ascend and herald an undeniable truth
Like me, you will die alone
O, what tragedies we scribe with broken hands
Inking our sorrows on agonized flesh
Her ever-watchful eyes, distant and hushed, show no remorse.
A contorted mass of pestilence and rot A pallid monument to decay
Her screams rending flesh from bone
My hands hold no absolution Under this oppressive gloom Merely flesh stretched over claws Agony buried ‘neath illusion
My heart quickens as we gnaw at each other’s bones I will devour your essence
Famished beasts feasting on empty husks
You will not - you will not prevail
The internal anguish we must endure As shadows seep into dark crevices Claw away at my sunken eyes
Try as you might to escape me
But after you, there is only one
I do not recall a time before my eyes turned from the sun
Before your poison flowed through my veins
A furious Siren wails, her pallid form buried deep within the naught, Her ghostly hand guiding me

Our agony shall ascend and herald an undeniable truth Like me, you will die alone

Lo, though by your hand was the first wound dealt, By mine shall this torment be brought to an end
Recreant savage, I quiver with anticipation As our reunion draws near
I have relinquished everything
To bring us to this sublime moment
There can be no absolution, no forgiveness For the vile deeds wrought by our hands
Witness the ineffable fulcrum On which our destinies swing.
I will have blood
My crusade is not one of selflessness,
But pure rage and indignation.
I know that my quest for vengeance shall not bring me peace, Though it will bring me joy
To know that you who has wronged me now suffers more than I
You malignant cancer, did you think I would falter after coming so far
Will you beg the same as your brothers Sniveling cowards, choked by remorse
Or are you so blinded by your twisted altruism
A reverent stillness envelopes us all
I wonder, what will remain
Once the dust has settled and blood has dried
As the final breath escapes your putrid lips Though I must forever walk amongst the shadows Your pestilence shall no longer poison this world
There is an honesty in revenge
An undeniable truth in our malice
Let us not hide behind a diluted sense of righteousness We are corrupt
Hate me honestly
Do not deny your unbridled disdain Hate me honestly
As you violently flail in your final throes

I remain resolute in my viciousness.
Lo, though by your hand was the first wound inextricably dealt, By mine shall this torment be brought to its climactic end.

Stillness spills forth, cascading from a gaping wound, A cold, viscous emptiness coats my being,
Trumpet of rage fades, supplanted with muted malaise The worms rise to greet their final course
I can feel you leaving me again Left to rot in isolation
The price of unfettered scourge too high An unbearable burden crushing my chest Overwhelmed with unyielding repulsion I resign myself to desolation
Fragile shell shattered
by immutable truth Revealing a sickening husk An embodiment of agony
O, how it longs for absolution O, how I long for absolution
With each of the three, a root was torn Untethering you from the earth
Compelled towards purpose through absence Driven by retribution
An insatiable and eternal hunger,
A ravenous devourer of light
Forever snarling and gnashing its fangs It drags me deep into its maw.
An unquenchable eternal void, Endlessly gnawing away at my essence
Malevolent and all-consuming Shrouded in malice,
A phantasmal apparition Birthed from vile gloom Dissipates into the ether
I hear it call to me
Memories, like phantoms, linger in the dark, Haunting me with visions of days long gone, Reminding me of the bitter sweetness of what was,

And the truth of what will never be again.
Revisionism, an impossible feat.
Vows of darkness guarantee my despair, Silently pleading for sanctuary,
I am forever changed and forever lost.
Vicious truth breaks delusion
A futile dream guised in false hope, Nothingness patiently awaits, Enshrined in agony’s bespoke
Nothingness awaits, Enshrined in agony’s bespoke