Psychovangelist

My hand trembles
I feel the chills
As the adrenaline fulfills me
My insane
Murderous rage
Feed on my preys’ endless scars
Their screams, echoes into my mind
I feed on their rotten souls
I don’t feel like I can survive this weight anymore

Breed to me
My brain doesn’t answer me anymore
All that I feel is the desire to slay more
My brain doesn’t answer me anymore
All that I feel is the desire to slay more

For the glory of God to exorcise my demons
I see them flow away
As the guts flow out of bodies
In all those gruesome ways

I felt free, looking for my sanctity consecrated
As above so below
I feel free, in this realm of unreality
With no difference between hell and Earth