BEWARE
I close my eyes and seize it | I clench my fists and beat it | I light my torch and burn it | I am the beast I worship... and I know soon come my time | For in mine void a pale horse burns | But I fear not the time I'm taken | Past the point of no return | Wage war like no tomorrow | 'Cuz no hell there won't be one | For all who deny the struggle | The triumphant overcome | Trips to where, few have been | Out of thin air, upon high winds | Rites begin when the sun descends | Have felt what few will ever know | Have seen the truth beneath the glow, of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow | I am below, so far below | The bottom line | Transmitting live, transmissions rise | From the depths out of controlled by | Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes | Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds | 'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine | To ride the waves, of unrest | Made to make me shine as a testament | To why the ways of the blind will never get | Shit but shanked by my disrespect | Dismiss this life, worship death | Cold blood night of serpent's breath | Exhaled like spells from the endlessness | In the bottomless wells of emptiness | Channeled to invoke what we represent | Secret order | Elitist horde of creeping fire | Seizing power | Riders of the lupus hour | Eye on palm | Time is gone | Moonlight drawn | Fly 'til dawn | Sacrifice to rise beyond | Deep inside the violent calm of the coming storm | In blood sworn | To glorify and for life adorn | With all that dies to become unborn | I close my eyes and seize it | I clench my fists and beat it | I light my torch and burn it | I am the beast I worship... I am the beast I worship | In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns curve like psychotropic scythes | And smell of torn flesh bled dry | By hell swarms of pestis flies | Vomiting forth flames lit by an older than ancient force | That slays this life with no remorse | The spiral storm of flames inside | The torch I raise | The force I ride | Feel my vessel go up in flames | Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed | Direct connection to the source | Vestment of unnatural force | Forever burning black torch | Wisdom of the old and true | Possessed by the chosen few | Shining to reveal the ways of a darkness that pervades | All that is and ever was | Inferno of witches blood | Worship is not on bended knee | Nature knows not of mercy | To pray is to accept defeat | Power pisses on the weak | Bow and beheaded by the beast | Beggar on a bitches leash | Scum is desperate for relief | Worship is the way I ride | Witching currents through the eye of storms that force the false to die | Worship the flames with which I rise | Into apocalyptic skies | Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone | In splintered skeleton I roam |Wastelands with not to call my own | But the path I walk alone | The hunger burns, within my gut | As my bones turn into dust | And I know soon come my time | For in mine void a pale horse burns | But I fear not the time I'm taken | Past the point of no return | Wage war like no tomorrow, know well there wont we one | For all who deny the struggle | The triumphant overcome... I close my eyes and seize it | I clench my fists and beat it | I light my torch and burn it | I am the beast I worship... I am the beast I worship