Impure Perfection

Gather your emotions in fragile mortality

Try to grasp my infinite darkness

Feel the crawling prescense, breed on evil thoughts

In the void around your tortured being

Contemplate the untold curse of my region

Created to suffer the naked cold death

Peeling you layer by layer, skin fleash and bone

Embrace the horror inflicted by me

Cascades of atrocity, emerge from the inner circle

I am the master of my realm

I will decide the pain

Show me your mind

Believe, confess, comply

Evolving to a certain state of perfection

Your soul is my pleasures tool

Unpurified intoxicated structures of creation

Flooding your existence with total despair

By suffering I will restrain the source within

Shaping myself with dissolving remains

Transmutation totally absorbing your life

For the flesh, by the flesh I will fill your void

Between shadows and darkness, denying the light

I am the master of my realm...