Arcane Pharmakon Messiah - The Ruins Of Beverast

The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine

My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces

Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing

Not sufficiently mortal

I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me

A lure for the beast

…to creep ahead

…to bleed, to howl

…to exult

…to mutilate the mind

This is a futile, miniature moment… again

And an atrocious castigation that befalls me

For a peek out of the crypt

I decipt the realm as kingless

Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal

I demand a Messiah!

Pathetically faint burns this flame of awareness

When the grand, imminent bereavement

Leaves me suddenly bereft

…bereft of a dominion

…bereft of air and voice

…bereft of my piss

…bereft.