Disciple of the Heinous Path

Secrets born in me are the conjurations

Malicious mysteries-calling of the blood.

Morbid esoteries written on human skins.

Unfit for a world like this-a place of suffering.

Disciple of the Heinous Path

The coventant of pestilence

I am a soldier,a fanatic.

With a heart sworn to the Dark Lord.

My flesh is the abode of complex entities

A temple and a grave-a Chalice of His wrath

The candlelight is pouring down from a flickering flame.

Pure black energy and obscurity

The rapture of my murder.

These dark tormenting desires.

Perversion-tyranny.

Discipe of the Heinous Path