Eternal Work With Absorptions of Knowledge

Living and walking with no direction
In the dead plateau of long forgotten,
Descending from blackened skies of serenity
And spreading the black spell of bedlam.

Heed the words of the Horned Lord
With a head of a goat and soundless wings!
Dividing the absorption of knowledge
The hand he raises in glaring impureness.

To summon the forces of necromancy
My brightest side is sacrificed.
Associating with the valley of Hades,
I arise in the newborn figure of the reaper
And claim possession of your light.

With great spite I lure a feminine one
As she succumbs and gets down on her knees
And straighten out the contract.
More as I have been developed
For the action of greed and desire
Her soul belongs to me.

So I declare this throne as my own
As a supreme ruler of all thing’s misery,
Settling the case when a new arrival comes to reside,
Sensing what each and every one committed.