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The Priest of Perdition

Welcome to Hell


In the beginning was the word... But who was the orator?

Many centuries past, many bodies put to rest, many souls taken, very few saved... Sons, Brothers, Husbands, and Fathers... It made no difference.

I am Damien "Priest" Perdition. I was with the 3rd of those who left the sight of our creator and were cast down to plague the earth. I have led legions onto the battlefield and I have watched as many lost their ties to this world. Some by my hand, others at the tip of my sword.

Former General to Baal and Knight of the Abyss. I am now cursed to walk the lands alone. I have lost favor with my master and have been sent to regain my honor in the dark ways of hatred and deciet. A new dawn has birthed a new beginning for so many, yet at dusk will you find me to calm the heat of the sun and shut out the lights.

I have two brothers though I have not seen them in some time. Arkayne and Isaac. Upon their arrival to the world of the living they adopted the name DreamScape and have plagued many with their vile ways... But even amongst them I cannot show my face. Disgrace of the Father, the death of his son. The embrace of Him that is Evil, and the end of what would have been his offspring... I have lost all ties to those that matter, and this night I am alone. Nothing to lose, and everything to gain. It is only when you have hit bottom that you can see the top. One rung of this ladder at a time, one step at a time into the darkest pits of despair. Oh Gracious and Heavenly Father it seems you are not all the good book says... for this night you have sinned. You are not so perfect... You let me loose... Father of Death, Pestilence, and Horror... you too have failed. For as the dusk fell this night I, Damien Perdition, The Priest, have become what you could not...
I AM that I AM... I AM the WAY, the Deciet, and tonight... I bring DEATH.


-The Priest of Perdition-










Genesis 6:1-4
When mankind began to multiply on the earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of man were beautiful, and they took any they chose as wives for themselves. And the Lord said, "My Spirit will not remain with mankind forever, because they are corrupt. Their days will be 120 years." The Nephilim were on the earth both in those days and afterwards, when the sons of God came to the daughters of man, who bore children to them. They were the powerful men of old, the famous men.


Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

And now I lay you down to rest,
A beating heart ripped from your chest.
And in the earth your body now lies,
Sleep well child, never to rise.

And now in death will you sleep
Another soul that I did reap
Leaves on a tombstone for those to rake
Another life that I did take




Her screams filled the void of nights sweet embrace
She's young and innocent, take a look at her face
Battered and beaten just look in her eyes
Wrought with fear and anger, her impending demise

Atop the alter she's layn, her body now broken
The man in black reads, incantations now spoken
It won't be long now though, her time has arrived
But of her body, have we been deprived

Clinched fists open wide, as blood spills in the vial
Taste the delight, the life of this child
The warmth of her flesh now growing so cold
My son it is your turn to do what you're told

This empty vessel is for you to enjoy
A gift from your Father, this perfect little toy
The blood still letting, now on her legs did it spill
The innocence now lost, take part in the thrill

The words she last spoke were to God... "Please save me!"
But her prayers went unanswered, So I say to thee
Take part in the ritual, there isn't much time
Behold the young child, this daughter of mine

Raised for the slaughter, our harvest is here
Look in here eyes now, the absence of fear
The lights have grown dim, and soon will turn dark
Her life now extinguished, the fires last spark

By this lost life we will all take part
A communion of such, take it to heart
Defile her body and leave her to rest
The heart that once beat now sleeps in her chest

And all who take part in this innocents broken form
Will calm the need inside, like the furious storm
Her body now used and her innocence lost
Come my son, My embrace is yours, you have met the cost


Six feet down, an eight foot box,
A headstone carved of precious rocks.
A marble slab is all that is left,
Soaked through and through from all who have wept.

And by this resting place I stood today,
Reminiscing of old times, things I wish I could say.
But gone is the Soul, the body now hollow,
I hope your not lonely, soon more will follow.

A single rose atop the cool marble slate,
I can't help but think of our very first date.
The moon was so perfect, it shone in your eyes,
Now out of those sockets crawl maggots and flies.

I miss the soft caress of your slender finger tips,
The gentle kisses on my cheek, with warm supple lips.
I miss you so much, I'm not sure I can bear...
It hurts to wake up, and find you are not there.

But then I remember the sorrowful end.
You didn't last long, I thought you could contend.
With fluid like motions the blade moved through the air,
Your head snapped back, my hand clinching your hair.

It won't be long my sweet, soon it will be through,
I whispered in your ear, as I plunged the knife into you.
In and out, in and out, did the blade fly,
A tear welling up, out of the corner of my eye.

I will miss all our talks, all the time that we shared,
The look in your eyes then, you looked so scared.
I love you my darling, I wish you were here...
Atop of your gravestone the puddle of tears.

I will remember you always, you were my first...
I thought after you, I would no longer thirst.
The blood I have spilled has only fueled the fire,
But you were my favorite, the beginning of my desire.

You started this passion, its now turned to lust,
I don't think I could stop now, these horrors unjust...
I don't think I want to, no, I know I do not.
I love you my darling, my first, my queen...
But I hear number two calling.....
..........she's in the next plot.








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