It's the contemplation of the destination of hell on earth's population,
Stop pacing and take a stand just to find out what you're facing.
Reincarnation of the nation of demons and witches,
Sicker than defecation I kill everyone of you bitches.
Take a blow to the head and evaporate your spine,
To show that your home is ruled corporately by mine.
Hell is an earth that you're eyes can't imagine,
That heart can't compare cause it's ruled with compassion.
The flashing' of the light of hells flames in the night,
Has given me the power to kill out of spite.
So I raise the blade and insert to the chest,
And carve out your soul, rip out of your flesh,
Tell me your needs, what you feel inside,
All that you wanted, before your ass died.
So I can mock all your needs, hopes and your fears,
And remind you of the past to show you all your lost tears.
Things that you needed and never received,
To show off your hate and corruption with greed.
I stand before God with my wings spread wide,
And open my mouth to reveal the razors inside.
My eyes reflect hells flames, in blood red,
And my voice is compelled by the infinite dead,
My flesh is rotting and falling down freely,
And landing on the mountains of bones underneath me.
I curse all the pain that humans have caused,
And flick off their flesh from my dagger like claws.
Next in line? Come on down, take a seat in my realm,
And feel the pain return, from your personal hell...
-The Keeper Of Souls