A Zealous Son
Son of exiled kings, he returns to the world to court its damnation! In the ruin of mankind's vanity is his new kingdom born, one of fear and agony. His final dark sacrament to bring his father back into the world, to see what his hate hath sewn.
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I am a zealous son
of heathen kings!
I will see my fathers will be done
and when I see at last my war begun
then all of Hell shall sing!
End the praise of weaker vices,
sin is a virtue and tonight
your flesh invites us!
We will consummate our betrothal
upon the sorrow of the saints!
We’ll drink their prayers
and let them wallow
as we feast upon their pain!
Summon forth his Eldritch majesty
from beyond the pales of fear
and the desolation of vanity!
behold his wrath
In the unrelenting anguish
and forsake all notions of sanity!
He comes!
He comes!
He comes on scarlet tide!
To rend the dreams
of mortal men
and plant his seeds inside!
I will write my name
in fire upon the false
I am he that walks in wretched flame
Whom you will never hope to tame
Before the final fortress falls!
No more shame for harrowed souls
No more longing for their acceptance!
We will maim their squalid bones
And at our thrones, will they beg repentance!
Sign away your feeble faiths
And become complete in me
There is no steeple that remains
That can set your black soul free!
Summon forth his Eldritch majesty
from beyond the pales of fear
and the desolation of vanity!
behold his wrath
in the unrelenting anguish
and forsake all notions of sanity!
He comes!
He comes!
He comes on scarlet tide!
To rend the dreams
of mortal men
and plant his seeds inside!
Testimony of sin!
A nightmare born within!
the human sanctity demonized!
An anthem weaved from their anguished cries!
Like a hellish choir their laments harmonise!
All that was good bleeds from their eyes!
Ancient powers devised from madness!
Rise again from the Eldritch blackness!
Resurrected from a broken chorus
The lord arisen, he whose name
Is the hunger of ten thousand locust!
DEVOUR!
DEVOUR!
SEEK AND DESTROY!
DEVOUR!
DEVOUR!
SEEK AND DESTROY!
DEVOUR!
DEVOUR!
MAKE BARREN
THE FINAL GARDEN!
I am a zealous son of heathen kings
and to you my forefathers
I offer everything.
© Steven Mailer 2020
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