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SPIRITS OF THE DEMIJOHN
Tombstones line the path
I walk in solitude
Black candles burning
With pitiful nightmares
I long to hear the voices
That haunted me so very long
Now screaming to deaf ears
Murder, malice and dead songs
Devilment screams aloud
Fracturing skulls and crossbones
Play me a blackened hymn
From music chiseled in stone
Violence and heretical religion
Lost with the spirits of the demijohn
Contaminate the virtuous
And sanctify the torturous
Follow the road to decomposition
I curse the vain empty ones
At the dawn of time come too soon
Pharaohs and godless kings
Harvesting meat at goblin tombs
Balance the scales and throw
The throes in shows beneath the gloom
Blacken the mirrors now
‘fore lycan howls and haunted moons
Placate the demon
Who whispers in the night
When angels condemn
Lost ones looking for God
Violence and heretical religion
Lost with the spirits of the demijohn
Contaminate the virtuous
And sanctify the torturous
Follow the road to decomposition
Trust in rust when lust
Turns to dust on the cusp
Adjust to the disgust
Days engraved on graves
Stained by rain down the drain
Sustaining the disdain
And angels be blessed
When fallen from Heaven
And demons be damned
When ascending from flames
Gazing into the abyss
I dip my quill in the blood wells
To bring you this poetry
All the while weaving deathcraft spells
To honor the ones that died
When forging crucifixion nails
I say with heartfelt contempt
This is the end, welcome to Hell
Violence and heretical religion
Lost with the spirits of the demijohn
Contaminate the virtuous
And sanctify the torturous
Follow the road to decomposition
Trust in rust when lust
Turns to dust on the cusp
Adjust to the disgust
Days engraved on graves
Stained by rain down the drain
Sustaining the disdain
Violence and heretical religion
Lost with the spirits of the demijohn
Contaminate the virtuous
And sanctify the torturous
Follow the road to decomposition
(c) 2017 Frank Green
I walk in solitude
Black candles burning
With pitiful nightmares
I long to hear the voices
That haunted me so very long
Now screaming to deaf ears
Murder, malice and dead songs
Devilment screams aloud
Fracturing skulls and crossbones
Play me a blackened hymn
From music chiseled in stone
Violence and heretical religion
Lost with the spirits of the demijohn
Contaminate the virtuous
And sanctify the torturous
Follow the road to decomposition
I curse the vain empty ones
At the dawn of time come too soon
Pharaohs and godless kings
Harvesting meat at goblin tombs
Balance the scales and throw
The throes in shows beneath the gloom
Blacken the mirrors now
‘fore lycan howls and haunted moons
Placate the demon
Who whispers in the night
When angels condemn
Lost ones looking for God
Violence and heretical religion
Lost with the spirits of the demijohn
Contaminate the virtuous
And sanctify the torturous
Follow the road to decomposition
Trust in rust when lust
Turns to dust on the cusp
Adjust to the disgust
Days engraved on graves
Stained by rain down the drain
Sustaining the disdain
And angels be blessed
When fallen from Heaven
And demons be damned
When ascending from flames
Gazing into the abyss
I dip my quill in the blood wells
To bring you this poetry
All the while weaving deathcraft spells
To honor the ones that died
When forging crucifixion nails
I say with heartfelt contempt
This is the end, welcome to Hell
Violence and heretical religion
Lost with the spirits of the demijohn
Contaminate the virtuous
And sanctify the torturous
Follow the road to decomposition
Trust in rust when lust
Turns to dust on the cusp
Adjust to the disgust
Days engraved on graves
Stained by rain down the drain
Sustaining the disdain
Violence and heretical religion
Lost with the spirits of the demijohn
Contaminate the virtuous
And sanctify the torturous
Follow the road to decomposition
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 17th Jul 2017
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18th Jul 2017 1:35am
"Gazing into the abyss
I dip my quill in the blood wells
To bring you this poetry"
my Darkest Lord you honor us with your masterpieces
this is so wickedly fucking awesome..
love Crim
I dip my quill in the blood wells
To bring you this poetry"
my Darkest Lord you honor us with your masterpieces
this is so wickedly fucking awesome..
love Crim
18th Jul 2017 1:38am
Anonymous
18th Jul 2017 2:17am
Hades.. hell fucking yeah.. goddamn brilliant words.. bring on the growls, and the double bass.. great job my brother.. you've been kicking ass.. \m/
Dave
Dave
18th Jul 2017 10:43pm
Thank you, brother. That's a dear comment coming from a master such as you.
18th Jul 2017 3:45am
This is amazing, I love it, so many great lines and rhymes and a great story too, I like the fourth and seventh stanzas especially....
18th Jul 2017 10:44pm
