Ritual Of Condemnation
Ancient human obelisk awakens,
from centuries of dust,
imprisoned in obsidian.
A horrid golemesque abomination,
the man of stone.
Black soul within the ebon bone.
Carved by the mad Gods,
born from the mountain's hull.
Scrolls of blackened magick,
unearth this hateful will.
Anthropomorphous,
propelling forward,
slow and sluggish,
yet rumbling to life.
Beyond those whiteless eyes,
A blinded rage of hatred.
Torment and frustration,
aeons of suffering.
Eternal is the conflagration,
to crumble every feeble being found.
Destruction, his means of expressing.
Juggernaut of enmity,
leaden hands for throttling.
The heartless Devils who’ve bound him here,
with malenchanments of the necrosphere.
The end is near!
His poisoned heart is pumping,
somewhere deep inside.
From weakness armored,
for when the skulls of man,
his flesh collides.
Soldier of solitude,
of elemental pain.
Driven to insanity,
when stone his form became.
Incarcerated in his skin,
emancipate him from his sin.
He once stood just like me,
a peasant full of apathy.
Petrified his family tree.
Shake free from the chains,
of bondage and arise...
Arise,
kill.
Arise,
kill.
Arise,
kill.
Arise!
Storm the mortals land,
unraveling his plan.
Fists of iron swinging,
erase this earth enraged.
In rain filled footsteps,
lie the dead and broken.
The crushed and splintered,
Untimely their demise.
Juggernaut of enmity,
leaden hands for throttling.
The heartless Devils who’ve bound him here,
with malenchanments of the necrosphere.
The end is here!