Matters of the Dark

It is a cycle of destruction

Rarely in control

A time for termination

And the filth that fill your soul

A menacing society

Like a meeting with your mind

Make us all your slaves tomorrow

Would you be so kind

Matters of the dark

Your flesh and your soul will burn

Is there nothing I can say

To matters of the dark you turn

No you can't walk away

Call out to your father

Or those that lived before

Then ask them how to leave me

Just how to shut the door

Then watch as I deliver

Uh, a stunning sight indeed

Yes all your bloodstained souls are mine

There's nothing else I need