Excerpt from The Book of Xander Infernus, The Immortal

“Under the influence of Mephistopheles
                                         His power guides my hand
           As constant as the devil drumming
I bring damned words to the world of man
                 He found me begging death with a rusted razor
                                               Pressed against my skin
     Wishes are blessed with a ruby droplet
A crimson flows drips from my flesh to my pen
Here I live as a second Christ
                 Given life by the damned
                       I am now filled with a glorious task
                                         To spread the word among the sands
                             The ink flows from my fingers
In a line of such beautiful red
           Writing down those incantations
                             Of those that will rise the dead
Black noise fill my head
                                         With demonic transmissions
Feeding me ancient necromantic rights
           Leaving me in submission
                             I have seen such Revelations
           In words pens by men
                       And I seen worlds made by gods
With laws written in sin
                                         Cryptic words I must decypher
In trails down splintered veins
           For all praise in Lord Lucifer
     Demons spit forth in the name
                 of Hell
                                   for untamed pain
Armageddon reaching out
     With scabbed and ichored hands
                       With spells of wormwood and witch hearts
                                         To bring the plague of death upon man.”