Possessed my mind controlled
By torturous dark entertees
Demons of black contort my
Soul in my own home

They speak these words with
Pudrid dialogs of mysery
My veins begin to burst
So morbidly deformed

Taking of this flesh
Taking of the soul and all its existence
Destroy

We are the chosen ones
The torturous dark entertees
Demons of black we do not care
For the grace of God

This sorcery, diseased
With contorted brutality

We are the ones breakers of the soul
Horders of your nightmares twisting
You will sucum but not for long
Can you feel your bady crippling