The hunger is growing, let it consume you.

You tear your eyes away and swallow down the longing but You lick the rotted remains from your viscid lips Surrounded by your molted flesh, the air thick with the stench of death Yet still your teeth and fingers bleed from depraved worship of the meatДЄ disfigured twisted carcass dripping with the fruit of sin Simply put, you're salivating, retching at the thought of eating pieces of the one you loved and lost to something carnal, but you're starving maybe just a piece, starting with the eyes.ДЄt last the pain subsides you limply draw your hands from bloodshot eyes. The viscera is captivating, succulent, yet nauseating. The beast, it knows you smell it's sin, howling horror setting in to feast upon the wretched weakly throbbing chunks of flesh. Lust, as you take and claim, frantically, relentlessly but theДЄwakened from the dark of sleep mere inches from it's grinning teeth, the blood, still fresh, drips at your feet from shredded scraps of human meat. Hate, gnaw away with fangs, rip and tear and feast and feel the Rage, driving you insane, clawing at your mind, the endless Pain, all consuming pain, breaking you and filling you with The beast inside is gnawing at your skin. The hunger grows inside and the lunacy overwhelming The beast within us howls madly into the night and we whisper horrible curses at the dawning of the light.ДЄ scream of agony, a thousand feral daggers piercing flesh. No, this is not an ascension, but pure acceptance of our basest desires. On this night accursed, our feeble flesh transforms through a sinful process, we will be reborn. The families screaming for mercy have hope, but they will have none, when they're dragged down.

They march into your homes, burning foundations right down the stone. Tonight the sky bleeds red, the graveyard's aflame with the stench of dead The corpses, still burning, from their graves arise bearing the mark of the antichrist. What horrible sights we'll see, nightmares become reality, this twisted fantasy is waiting to begin! Yes, this is what we need, a ritual of death and summoning, O' King of Hell, O' Lord of Sin arise, and let the chaos begin! We'll slit their throats and spill their blood on altars made of flesh and bone and rot. Our blades are bent our hooks are rent, but we'll work with what we've got. The spells are spoke, the curse invoked, a sacrifice is all we need. Your parents are crying, their children are dying, I'm laughing because their souls are mine and oh, what horrible sights we'll see.ДЄt last the final stage is set, preparations are complete. Tonight, the moon turns red, Eden is burning and God is dead.

Tonight, Maleficarum shall conjure Devils and feast on the damned, black arts in vengeance and flame, a spell to destroy what binds the soul to flesh. What horrible sights we'll see nightmares become reality, this twisted fantasy is waiting to begin!Д¬ome on and let me in! It's just a harmless sin, give in, don't be afraid, no don't stop now it's just a fucking game! Now bring the blades about and we'll begin to cut, freshly anointed with our blood, yes now the fun has just begun and oh! We'll need a sheet of paper which we'll write our names upon. Lets play a game tonight, a game I know you'll love.

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