post-mortem prince

tonight is the night
such perfect conditions
with haste i must work
beginning incisions

piecing together
a puzzle of perfection
for months i have slaved
adding to my collection

perfect stitching in a row
my hands begin to shake
for soon my prince post-mortem and I
will stand here face to face

with the blood of a lamb
athame in hand
i cast this circle most unholy

hands held high
to the dark lord i cry
reciting these words
of a most ancient rite

pater impia
dominus tenebris
vitam ad hoc carnem
numquam nobis pars

iussa fieri
adducam infernum ad terram
adiuvare me o pater
in hoc denigrata regeneratione

he lives at last!!!
rejoicing in glee
staring at perfection
standing before me

we ride hand in hand
bringing terror to the land
to repay the dark lord
innocent blood shall pour


the latin roughly translates into "Father of the wicked
lord of the dark
bring life to this flesh
never let us part

your bidding be done
bring hell unto earth
assist me o father
in this blackened rebirth