In The Embrace Of Death And Eternal Damnation Poem by Grim Rozz

Under the full moon we cry,
Vulture of darkness,
Raven of the blackest night,
Scavengers scourging the left path

There shall be NO inhibition,
This is the death of restraint,
Kneeling before an alter
Worshipping methods fed to you by the lord of abomination

His poison only grows in potency,
Abysmal monstrosities unchain from their seats of power
To inflict retribution upon mortal inaccuracies
Wiped clean from the face of this dominion,
To suffer jaws of polluted inhumanity

Impaled upon their horns,
Man grows to embrace this beast,
Possessing himself to indulge

Kill it all down with a taste of absinthe,
As we become our own addiction
I am the downfall,
The decline,
The renewal,
The rebirth
I am Heaven,
I am Hell,
I am everyone,
I am no one