Tyrant Of The Deceased

A morbid crypt unearthed in fear
a plague initiated curse
This tarnished vase of dangling entrails
The horror awaits its doing
With a macabre ghastly spoil
Dismaying its horrid acts
I patiently await its second coming

Advocate for the blackhearted
My sinister king I exalt your name
A malignant throne feigned in a diffidence of terror
A malignant throne feigned in a diffidence of hate

O, Tyrant of the Deceased
I cry out to you my Lord
to control my faint movements
Illusion of his might

My strength returns by his sight
Anger's baned for all to come
Mortuary for those who seek what should not be or not be known
One final wish not to be granted
that i remain immortal in your name
Atrocity to all who live to all who die

O, Tyrant of the Deceased
I cry out to you my Lord
to control my faint movements

Face your Demons
Face your Fate
Face this Pain

Save me from what I have done
My Fate lies in your hands

Creed to retrieve what left of me
a gruesome remainder of my anatomy
A blessing of revival
In Your Hands