The Channeling
With a malicious and morbid conscience
my soul ignites
A blaze of infernal scorn
Let my energy be released
in it's most miserable state
I would torture myself with your existence
I would be consumed by death
and in it be concealed
before I would let you haunt yourself in shame
I would await the final eclipse
and endure your ignorance
until your soul is brought to silence
Every night the stars grant me their fires
For aeons, the wandering spirits are channeled
granting me their power
Equilibrium hath lent me their souls
Into a new level of existence
Abysmal and unknown to those who suffer
The chasm of astral waste
Pandemonium erupts
The lights do blind
From the hordes of the damned
The lights do blind
From the hordes... The hordes of the damned
And they would come
to your surprise
Every night they would feast upon your withering soul