Crossroads

I beheld him in a dream
Waiting where the roads cross
His suit was white
His skin was grey and broken around hollow ebony eyes
Like holes in the fabric of existence
When he smiled a preacher-smile at me
Lightning set the sky ablaze
In the flash, I saw maggots crawl beneath his fragile face
He sits behind you on a molding throne of ravished corpses and misused technology
He lurks around the corner of reality
Beyond the realm of rationality

He needs your flesh for his unholy desire
He needs your hands for his filthy deeds
He needs tongue for his deadly bite
His slander and deceit
(He is disgraced)
(He has no flesh)
(All that was fair)
(Now twisted and wrong)
(Evil, unclean, he burns)

Older than sin itself
He is the curse
He is the spell
Apostate of hell
All around him is death
He is the beast under your bed
He is the darkness in your darkest dream
He needs your flesh

His kingdom is smoke and mirrors
As hope that dies
Where all is death and whispers of the grave
His promise is freedom that turns you into a slave
Take the road to the cross!
He needs your flesh