The Evil Trinity Part 1 (Astaroth)

We ponder only of treaties in blood  
     upon a mortal existence wrought with decay  
Feigning love in droves of roses aching for mud  
     for the dove knows not what lies beneath the ground in bouquets  
   
Heir of vanity and thorn    
     bequeath unto me the illusion of your translucent delusion    
Shackle me in fire 'fore I dissever tomorrow's mourn'    
     so I may enact your wrath as you seethe in abated seclusion  
   
Beautiful angel, will you not bestow your blessing unto me  
Your beady black, aye! Beneath your furrowed brow, chokes  
     like inhaling poisonous melancholy    
          drenched in ash and baptized in smoke  
   
Am I not a tool from which within you may draw a knell?  
Forsake me not! For only your hand will entice me to ring the bell  
A scream burning within my third eye  
     in theophany, I will shred my earthly tie  
My sacrifice is not to be hidden in shame  
     but celebrated! As I am only plain  
          without your grace and foul breathed rot  
   
Accept my plea! Lord of shadow and sloth  
     and gain my service in faith of your decadent pestilence