Mother chant to wisdom fate
The soul of me
The blood of hate
I shall not speak
I shall not breathe
I do not care
So I shall not grieve
Sacred spells, earth and ground
Pin the skin and hold it down
I shall not look
So I shall not see
Un-curse my black blessed be........
Awake I see your eyes you cry in fear
My friend one day you'll see
Hate well I'm the snake of enemies
I'll do to you my friend
What was done to me
Infiltrate the still in me
Am I god for I worship thee
Despair my way necromancy
Cursing you is what you made it to be
Insane the words of hate manipulate
There's ways my friend to make you scream
Rain thunder roar hail storm
Your tears of blooded pain
Drain you to mourn
Chanting with the wisdom of grace
Dancing with the widows grieving embrace
All your thoughts of bitter distress my friend
Crawl like a spider on flesh
Your tied, your thirsty, your broken un-worthy
Neglected, rejected, your thoughts infected
You try take away my pain
Over and over again my friend
I drain your thoughts your entity
You fee dish life of empathy
Your thoughts are black your mind is weak
You'll praise my name you shall not speak
In vain your bitterness becomes my friend
Infiltrate the still in me
Am I god for I worship thee
Despair my way necromancy
Cursing you is what you made it
What you fake it
What you want it to be.
