A Cup Of Tea

Spells lay daggers before me
 Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
 Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain
 The tumor grows until the enemy is slain
 Slight-less storm
 Knee-deep in hate, I seethe
 My purpose here has woken to breath
 Total war on the brethren of men
 Millions regardless, dying by my hand
 A black age of fire
 Brief in its vicious eloquence
 Removing the dross
 Love will arise from the ashes of your loss
 Then and only then
 Will the pleasure of Eden be mine
 And the sinews of life itself will be tied
 In the very veins of my bloodline
 And their tears tasted sweet
 I will rule as a king
 And the Goddess will sit
 As my guiding Queen
 In the glory of the earth
 Our crowns are studded
 With the jewels of blasphemy
 Blasphemy
 Slight-less storm
 Knee-deep in hate, I seethe
 My purpose here has woken to breath
 Total war on the brethren of men
 Millions regardless, dying by my hand
 Your blood is the life
 Your blood is the life
 I seek to evoke a new order in Man
 A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem
 The lion is vexed to uproot and descend
 Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust
 Tempering weapons of criminal lust
 I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies
 Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease
 Your blood is the life
 Your blood is the life
 Even the moon, will not lend thee her light
 The darkness serves will to snuff out human life
 That I might reclaim the world as my right
 I kill without scruple or silent regret
 In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect
 For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain
 Tiny red miracles falling like rain
 The incessant walls of death surrounds me
 But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed
 There will be no dread thereafter
 The mysteries, I reveal unto thee
 I stir the hearts of the wisest
 By the fools, I will always be feared
 My kingdom feeds off their slaughter
 A crescendo of passion bleeding
 On the pale reflection of dawn
 Devour the sun