Dark Path

Death; a travel, comes out from the dark
Suicidal winds of madness
The spontaneous negativity upon the human soul

Adapt to the unknown, embrace with it deep,
The only truth, the task remains to be completed

Kill yourself, do as He tells you
Murder and take advantage, you know that it is right
Complete the task which is given to you

The stench is getting stronger
The whispers are getting louder, it will never stop
Weak and disemboweled, crawling for a saviour
All that is heard is the whispers from the Master

Rectify your mistakes and do what you are told
And your journey towards the dark will be complete