They Must Die Screaming

Destined for great power

Hidden secret of twisted faith

From sacrificial squalor

To disinterring amoral disgrace

Following in the footsteps

In the wrecking trail of the elusive witch

Effigies submerged in gore

With a headless beast for opposing the hitch

Sworn to Kadiempembe

An obsession with evil carved in flesh

Ritually cicatrised screaming

My soul is dead, I have no god

And with the gathered disciples

The chosen one's horizons spread

Immolations and unbelievers

Paying the devil's price in blood and dread

And with the decadent enraptured

Worshipping their twisted god

Boundless evil of El Padrino

A baron in the court of hell

Spiralling sadism

Lovers torn asunder, victims mutilated

Agony praised utmost

One vile commandment - they must die screaming

Flense the silent stoic

Yet his lack of screams fails to impress

Resultant rage volcanic

Seize innocence, desperate redress

But the shadow god has stumbled

Sorcerous facade now implode at once

Though the castellations crumble

The godfather will not be dead for long...