Anguished Droplets : Soliloquy of Obsidian
Reiterate your mandate
Reiterate your initial charge
Bow in obeisance before the malefic effigy
Splay your femurs
Reiterate your initial charge
Bow in obeisance before the malefic effigy
Splay your femurs
Clench your mouth's edge
Meet his pupil.
Dripping, erect, staring a vision of madness
Quivering, the trophy is secured
Yet shun my deceitful artifice
Decline to yield; entice his nearness
Beguile his hand's journey
Steal his respiration, finish the exchange
Wheezing, covetous, feeble, frigid—the victory is yours
Should you dare pierce the hidden shroud
Wheezing, covetous, feeble, frigid—the victory is yours
Should you dare pierce the hidden shroud
Expect my specter to be an undeniable resident
My soul is a vessel of iniquity
A product of the malign blight
I possess a deep fondness for the torment
The sinful deed is a fleeting bliss, my youngling
A product of the malign blight
I possess a deep fondness for the torment
The sinful deed is a fleeting bliss, my youngling
I engage in levity with utter derangement
My path is unyielding
A slave to my perverse inclination
Expunge the memory of his daemon-form
A monster who devised the core anxiety
Expunge his true character
A brute who revels in the dread
Mute your lips as the perspiration streams
Never forget his dark identity
Your singular devotion waits in crushing despair
And guzzle the pain as you grovel
Pleading for excess, truly
He is the artificer of all cosmic horror
Heed my forecast, maintain a sharp acuity
I possess a deep fondness for the torment
The sinful deed is a fleeting bliss, my youngling
I engage in levity with utter derangement
My path is unyielding
A slave to my perverse inclination
Dampen your lips as the sweat falls
Never forget his true self
Your only darling is steeped in profound sorrow
And ingurgitate the agony as you craw
Beseeching more of the affliction, yes
He is a tyrant who luxuriates in fear
Your only darling is steeped in profound sorrow
And ingurgitate the agony as you craw
Beseeching more of the affliction, yes
He is a tyrant who luxuriates in fear