Sins, I have many,
For I am a sinful druid.
The path of utmost darkness,
Is the way.,
For all my Dark Ones.
What a way, what a slaughter.
No mother, dead daughter.
Misty desires, clear excellence.
Pathological lust of the Doofug.
I have had visions of mayhemic gore,
Dismemberment, disembowelment,
Disengaged from the waist.
Ah, Ha Ha Ha Ha.
I do not care.
Praise yourself with your petty
Little fusions.
I shall soon be the one.
The Master, The Being, The Coming,
The Doorfug, The Power, The Terror,
The Evil, The Holocaust, The Unseen,
The Forgotten, The Lost, The Onslaught,
The Fear,
The Death.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
