Verse II: Haunted Altar

Forged from human limbs, the chalice made of human bones, he said to one of his disciples:

"Take this and drink from it!" As he masturbates over the muffled cries of excessive indulge.

His palace, infested with larvae, yet this is where the wisest of healers have walked.

He was appointed by a known psychic, a spiritual teacher, to hunt and kill the offsprings of fame and fortune.

The indoctrination continues to spread, infestation of parasitic narcissism.

Briazk, who is revered by the most narcissistic, shall be hanged, drawn and quartered.

Head stuck onto a pike, he will force them to obey or they too, will suffer the same fate!

The witching ceremony has begun, the bell has been rung as the sheep have been hung.

The ritual is long, but not a second wasted, bodies upon bodies, their genitals have been tasted.

Hail the Cruel Empath! Sadistic monarchy and ball-smashing agonies that make even the most masculine maimed.

Empath Tyrant, he, who is wicked and empathic.

Inseminated into a slain virgin, the bell rings once more yet the ceremony is paused....

"We have visitors!" Anger roars.

All, who are spiritually talented, looks back and sees them.