Mayhem Poem by Bryony Sheldon

The Count watches as
Åsane Church crumbles.

Smoulders to cinders to ashes to dust.

Faust has desires
For his God below.

Andreassen felt every inch of his evil.

Dead was insane
And cursed with melancholy.

"I am a mortal, but am I human? Excuse the blood".

Helvete's basement
Mocks the living.

The Black Circle is a spell of destruction.

Euronymous deserved
A far worse death

For he was not a true Lord of Chaos.
For he was the leader that mutinied his people.