1. Widowmaker

You're locked in my sights
And it'd be my delight
To blow your head clean off the neck where it rests
As you'll see that I do specialize
In a one-shot surprise a sniper they've called me the best
You'd suggest I'm a cold hearted man
Well it's a cold hearted world
And besides if you'd open your eyes there's always been demand to be met
Need someone destroyed? I'm gainfully employed
No mark is too sordid no victim too close
I am death
I profess I've a cold hearted plan to ingress from this cold hearted life
While the competition rests I am obsessed
Exacting success one mark at a time
Killing is my business and at my business I excel
By silenced gun or silver blade it's the shock on their face as I send them
Screaming to hell
Succinctly my conscience is clean
Though truly this work is a mess
To silence I've sworn this heart doth not mourn
Emotionless to no god I'll confess

Largely but a ghost to them, most won't see me at all
A red dot centered patiently where the spine does meet the skull and they're gone
Killing is my business and at my business I excel
By silenced gun or silver blade it's the shock on their face as I send them to hell
Crimes of lust a sworn revenge reclaiming what's been lost
Adulterers extortionists all pains I'm paid to stop
They call me the widowmaker

2. Of God And Serpent, Of Spectre And Snake

Adam enters sedated Eve beneath wisdomless tree
Death spell of the beckoning of the serpent forked tongue wags as his mouth it spews his wretchedness
A paradise of pain
An obscene Eden insane blood drips near the base of his erection down her palish thigh much to the satyr's satisfaction
Impart these burdens to all man, corruptively
Poisoned the apple shines in hand, so rottenly
At the tree of life with noose in hand, horrendously
Divine insanity begins
Absurd our innocence was lost
Eternal is the cost transgress at the tree of good evil bestowing shame and guilt into the hearts of his created fools
All truths will be revealed mortality is sealed in god's name, it's believed that we should thank him when on this
blackened day by his foul curse we were forsaken
Impart awareness to all man condemningly
Luring temptation placed in hand pervertedly
The tree of wisdoms deviant in mockery
Conceive our blasphemy
Of god and serpent and snake shamed
In our nakedness forever we're the blamed
Of god and serpent of spectre and snake one in the same are they a fiend of many names
Pillaged hymen perforates
It sorely gives away
Unto the blood engorged lust
Of sick humanity
Swallow whole the both of them
O Luciferian snake
And so was spawned the soulless world
When foul semen met poisoned egg
Carnality unending the torment in divine in this garden of delight
Depravity unceasing eternity defined
Innocence left behind in this garden of delight
Slithering gold majestic snake
Asp who would hiss one thousand lies
Coiling around the first created constrict them of their mortal lives
Of god and serpent of spectre and snake shamed in our nakedness forever we're the blamed
Of god and serpent of spectre and snake one in the same are they a fiend of many names

3. Matriarch

Two pairs of headlights cut a night as black as coal
I chase predatorily my prize down these old darkened roads
Panic stricken hapless mother
Fearful for her pregnancy
In a grave miscalculation she wildly yanks the wheel into a tree
See that big old god up there well he don't see me
I've prayed and prayed and gone to church incessantly

In a daze I find our newly bleeding host
Never goes quite as planned this much I know
In violence absolute I vault atop my gasping
Victim she screams in fear for two
My knife it's drawn so deadly sharp
In the backseat of her car an infant is carved into this world
Not sacredly not carefully the child in hate belongs to me

See that damned old stork up there?
He wont hear my calls he won't read my letters
Man in this womb no life at all
That what the doctors said
Said why even try I'm shut down and I'm broken deep inside
Tonight I'll use this blade to get exactly what I want
The child within you incubating for nine hardshipped months
The hopeful little angel bet he looks just like his mom
Targeted so carefully in this lottery of sickness you have won

The smell of entrails wrestling the nose
Gutted and splayed to hell sweet mommy goes in violence absolute
I vault atop my gasping victim she screams in fear for two
My knife it's drawn so deadly sharp in the backseat of her car
An infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully
The child in hate belongs to me

Oh no the life it's leaving mother's eyes aren't we surprised
But a mere expense of this night

I've been watching you for weeks
I know what sex the child will be
I know it's the perfect time for me to seize control

In violence absolute I vault atop my gasping victim
She screams in fear for two
My knife it's drawn so deadly sharp in the backseat of her car
An infant is carved into this world not sacredly not carefully
The child in hate belongs to me

In this heart so destitute there is a void that's lying stillborn on the ground
Discarded husk I thank thee for your work
Second to none
You'll never know my name
You'll never meet your son

Your seed is mine and mine alone
In death this deed be sickly done
See that big old god up there?
Well he don't see me he don't see me

4. Nightbringers

This time it's war
ghouls attack the church
crush the trinity dead
they'll try to board the windows
but there's too much glass and gold
to hell you've sold your souls for seven silver coins
and every child you've defiled
religion hangs and we are the tiers of the noose
the blackened bearer of truth
onward we fight yank the deadened Christ-pig right off of that cross
stab in him in the side again its none of our loss
this time no more feeble minds will not be hypnotized by their disease
behold infinite bringers of the night
black flame of Satan burning foul and bright
we kindred bringers of the night
your blood our sweet delight
ye unholy fiends from depths of black
turn every fucking cross you see to hell
defecate in holy waters
instill much fear and poison every well
unholy fiends driven by will
the time has come to see their christ is killed
his fabrications muted dead and gone
we'll sing this song forever or until legion six hundred sixty six
no evangelist shall stand before me
bury his memory into black
and with might attack all who oppose
you will behold infinite
bringers of the night
black flame of Satan burning foul and bright
we kindred bringers of the night
your blood our sweet delight

5. Jars

My jars, wonderful jars, each labeled and stowed
Beneath the cellar floor where not a soul would ever know.
Preserved my sustenance to last the entire winter long.
These jars, my precious meat brined and pickled cuts of human beef.
Row after row, a pantry full of enemies.
Maintained and organized, a vast collection dear to me.
Each one a toy of mine. I revisit them when I should eat.
With zeal I recollect that very moment of their defeat.
Salting and curing every piece for my flesh feast.
(In jars) vessels immaculate, cylindrical and clean. (Their heads in jars.)
The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp, the laughter never ends. My foe, I win.
My jars innumerable, incalculable my pride.
Trophies of my love to hunt taken to such egregious heights.
Each one encapsulates a visage of that fateful night of those who have met their end by my ever still and sharpened
skinning knife.
Brown sugared long pig, what a treat.
Obscenely orgasmic to eat.
For this scrumptious family recipe, I've saved you a seat.
(In jars) Vessels immaculate, cylindrical, and clean. (their heads in jars)
The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead, (preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp, defiled unto no end. Again I win.
Row after row, a pantry full of enemies,
Maintained and organized, a vast collection dear to me.
8-17-05, this collegiate girl did kick and fight.
The next sow bled September 9th, plucked from her tracks, out like the tide.
(In jars) vessels immaculate, cylindrical, and clean. (their heads in jars)
The lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead. (preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp, defiled unto no end. Again I win.

6. Kings Of The Nightworld

Enshrouded in ebony mystery, blacker than the darkest pitch.
A bond of blood to death and drek,
Seeking to defile everything which bears his name.
In hate we will destroy you all the same. Suckling each vein
We shall corrupt and dismantle, waging a war without end
Until the head of the one fettered Christ doth sate our lust for revenge.
We are the kings of the nightworld, those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness, our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.
Haunted by our disposition, disgusted by their foul belief.
A brotherhood in violence,
To microscopic dust we'll grind the bones of their deceit.
Behold this rite of mutilation. Rack stretches limbs beyond reprieve.
The rope it bores into their flesh.
To test the meddle, subhuman his skeletal integrity.
Just try our blackened hand and you will see, so painfully.
We are the seekers of vengeance, turning plowshares into swords.
Dreaming of days beneath the godless sun free of their crestfallen lord.
We are the kings of the nightworld, those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness, our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.
Unfurl a wrath upon his planet here. One truer than the straightest blade.
Death to all and all to death
Until the bitter end it comes, we'll soldier to our destiny.
When the moon is shown we'll live again, vampirically
Like weeds we will grow from cracks and crevices to creep.
We are the kings of the nightworld, those looming in the gloomy betweens.
We are the bringers of darkness, our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep.
Black are the hearts of our willful, to ribbons the flesh of who?d stand in our way.
Black is our maelstrom of chaos, the pride of Sathanas is burning in me.
It burns in me.

7. Catacomb Hecatomb

Torchlight dancing on her chamber a flickering throne of bone
Embedded in walls of cobwebs entangled draping designs arachnid
Eyelessly her sockets piercing a voice begins to rise
A torrent of backward screaming
The bandaging that wraps her bursting as her legs begin to part
Foul plumage of dust erupting our lungs arrested by dreadful coughing
Her royal stomach bulbous bubbling bulging with undead life
A prayer to unknown and these hellish sights
The halls of these catacombs our wretched grave
Where we'll stalk the dark as undead slaves
A sentence eternally to painfully rot
In this skull lined tomb that time's forgot
Hallucination paralyzation utter and complete annihilation
Queen of the restless dead spews forth
Screaming as were both eaten alive!
Spider sacks erupt a million tiny princes pouring from her hollowed hull hungry for flesh
Cobwebbed mistress of ancient horror the torch escaping my frozen grasp
Our end approaches carnivorous feasting we'll feed her offspring consumed before each others eyes
The rancid fruitage of her ancient yellowed bones
Had we only learned to leave well enough alone
The halls of these catacombs our wretched grave
Where we'll stalk the dark as undead slaves
A sentence eternally to bloodlessly rot
In this skull lined tomb that time's forgot
Chained in this afterlife we're to remain serving unto this curse of everlasting arachnid disdain
A hecatomb by the candle's golden flame never must you utter her name
Hallucination paralyzation utter and complete annihilation

8. As Good As Dead

Why has god forsaken me?
It sank its rotten teeth into my flesh I screamed as now I'm one of them
The zombies poison flows corrupting mortal veins
The festering wound won't mend my body suffering with pain
Face is sunken in my eyes begin to fade
The pigmentation of my flesh erased and we're left
Counting the days handcuffed to the bed
That look in your eyes gets worse each time
You cannot hide the pain that you feel
When seeing me this way as
Good as dead
Rotting from deep inside cold compress on the head
Temperature wildly fluctuates teeth chattering without end
Appetite is lost soon to long for flesh
The goodbyes yet to be said fret not my friend 'cause we are
Counting the days handcuffed to the bed
That look in your eyes gets worse each time
You cannot hide the pain that you feel
When seeing me this way
I'm one of them
Why would god forsake us all
We're left to fend for our feeble selves I scream but no one hears me
Tallies scratched into a wall of stone
In this hell surrounded but truly all alone
Counting the days handcuffed to the bed
That look in your eyes
You realise you cannot hide the pain that you feel
As I fade into the grey
Counting the days locked in solitude
The tears in your eyes get worse each time you fail to hide the shame that you feel
When seeing me this way as good as as good as dead

9. The Lonely Deceased

What the old man don't know what his eyes yet have seen
My sordid transpirings well into each eve
While I'm paid so handsomely I would work here for free
I stitch tight each orifice once blessed with my seed
The lonely deceased
Cryptic sewn mouthed their secrets
Shameful their silence dragged down to the grave
What happens on the slab dies in this morgue with me
In these four walls my grisly playground
Where none rest in peace
No words have been spoken no reprimand said
Concealing so carefully my lust for the dead
Their insides are glistening curiosities fed
Forensically frolicking while god is in bed
Have I gone mad gruesome kingdom so lurid hidden so convincingly
They'd have my head
Morbid morgue of malpractice I envy each death are they finally free
This flesh of ours
An earthly cage key six feet down in a grave
What harms been done
The breathless have not any inhibition
Haunted in dreams of their dead faces come to life
Death is my business work diligently
A forte I've taken all to seriously
I'm swift with the trocar I scalpel with glee
Besides I like fucking them a small perk for me
The morgue is my sick whorehouse
Their bodies favourites toys
Anointing them with ejaculate all the good little girls and boys
They'd call me mad sickly lifeless devotion
Their blood and their innocence drained
What's left unsaid guilted damnening sentence if there is a god down in hell's where I'll be
This flesh of ours
An earthly cage key six feet down in a grave
What crimes been done
The speechless won't contest this violation
Cold dolls of skin
Mounting the slab thrusting myself deep within
Though frowned upon
The company policy: termination