A Tome Writ in Blood

Ascend with a Tome Writ in Blood
 Chapters
 Solely
 Designed
 To reanimate
 The dead
 It's leather seams
 Bound by flesh
 Tanned in beams
 By archaic means
 Creased pages unfolding
 The scripts yield impure summonings
 With it's might,
 The dark
 At last,
 It's legions will amass
 Yet heed must been taken
 Dominion unforsaken
 For the volumes inked in blood
 Bear the mark of Satan
 Sealed within a sepulchre of stone
 The grit of the earth grind feet to the bone
 Thousands of razors affixed to the ground
 Led to the gate by whispers from burials mounds
 With Obsidian lust, he is bound
 The letters the swirl around the page
 Bringing visions of a desolate age
 Where fire rains with sulphuric winds
 Where the sunlight is red and dim
 Further down he finds
 The air is thin
 Asphyxia begins
 Delirious, confused and demented
 The once taut thread of sanity frayed by revenge
 By my command
 The dead arise
 My plan he's finalized
 His love reunited
 Alas he was shortsighted
 For the son he once loved is gone
 Alive but gone
 His body licked by unholy flame
 His lips pronounce my unsolemn name
 The fragrance of his son's decaying flesh
 A constant portent of his eternal shame
 With it's might,
 The dark
 At last,
 It's legions will amass
 The scrips have been taken
 Salvation is forsaken
 For the volumes inked in blood
 Are Mine.