Burning Pit of Isolation 

An empty vessel made of flesh deprived of purpose...
Vegetate in isolation, frightened of this world...
A craven soul, so innocent, so naive...
A misfit of societies norm of living...
Every look into the mirror, reflecting disgust...
Every thought written down, a burning mockery...
Every word unspoken, a heretical taint...
Every day alive, pathetic...

My inner demon is growing...

Chorus
All the life abandoned me, turning away from me...
mark my word my time will come...
all the pity smiles, all the laughter...
mark my word you will regret this...
all the adjudgements, scarring me...
mark my word I will hunt you down...
All the emptiness rises to hatred...
mark my word I am your doom...

falling down...

Voices from the darkness, whispering of fate...
Of elation (and) determination, Seduction of the weakend mind...
Caught in greed of power, perfection in ultimate grasp...
The last test to deliver oneself into insanity...
Consumed by rage and vengeance, receiving full new strength...
A misanthropical new-world-order breeding a false god...
Dreams of death and slavery and subjugation...
Longing for the coronation to the immortals...

My inner demon is surging...

Chorus 

falling down... 

Every look around now reveals wretched weaklings...
Waiting for enlightenment of transformation...
Moribund preys to satisfy eternal hunger...
The goal is to renew them all into my countenance... 

My inner demon is revealed...

Chorus

mark my word I am your doom...
mark my word I am your doom...
mark my word I am your doom...
mark my word I am your... doom...

Chorus

look in to my eyes, revealing your demise...
while you decay, scream my name...
Fallen from grace, pain born chaos...
Blare of trumpets cheering me...
Concomitant song for the end of life...
promoting me in my cruel art...
a new world awoken build on your blood...
a rain of crimson wine...

falling down... 

into the abyss...

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