Lord Demogogons

1. The Ritual of Realization

The lighting of candles,
The reciting of scrolls.
The pointing of swords,
The great gong tolls.
From each point of the pentagram,
I produce the sound of bells.
And from within the circle,
Emerge the fiercest winds of Hell.
An invocation to the Master,
It brings a sense of peace.
And as I speak these words,
I fall humbly to my knees.
As I move into the circle,
I feel immediately posessed.
For there is a strong, burning hatred,
Growing deep inside my chest.
The Hellish winds grow stronger,
And begin a circular motion.
I feel as if I'm taken over,
By some evil, magical potion.
I speak an incantation,
And my hatred burns even worse.
As the presence of evil grows stronger,
I speak the final verse.
Then a voice interrupts my thoughts,
And tells me how things must be.
It is at that moment that I realize,
The demon I've been summoning, is the one inside of me.
 
 

"My Immortal Kiss"

Those eyes, so pale and silvery gray,
Take me deep into a moonlit night.
They look at me, and I'm completely entranced,
All I see is our love, this endless flight.
Your heart, so black and full of power,
Is not open to the world below.
Yet it's open to me as I patiently wait,
To savor the taste of its crimson flow.
Every loving caress, each kiss we share,
Takes me still to boundaries unknown.
The way I was taken that very first night,
When your love for me was first shown.
You promise to me, and I promise to you,
With our love we will never part.
I trust your words, and swear mine to be true,
With every inch of my blackened heart.
My love for you is so very strong,
And my only dream is this.
Walk with me through eternity,
And share my immortal kiss.