In the night of the haunting soul i prowl around
Looking for the next victim to pownd
Looking and searching i found someone ,you
As i prepare for the strike the air gets cold
You wrap up and look behind bold
Not even a second passes and you fall behind
I quiqly empty you of clothes and start to eat
but before i satisfy my hunger for meat
I start the ritual of power ,here it goes
Il drag you to the cemetery and light a grave
Drawing the once holy but now satanic star
With the blood of the stars from the far
you stand right in the midle ,prepared for sacrifice
but before that i must empty you of any organs in order to sufice
I rip you abdomen out and start sucking
with my hands i pull out you intestins before they start smeling
riping your bone chage like a chicken in order
to reach and rip out your lungs and heart
Now your bleeding from head to toe
your eyes white and the color of your skin resembles that of a stone
The image of you is the scariest shit ever
not even the hardcore gore bands could have made this better
but theres one thing i forgot to do
the brain ,the organ of ration and belief
is yet to be thrown because that organ controlls also disbelief
because once the lord comes from the udnerground
he needs your brain because that what keeping your soul
from runing to its original creator and becoming one
But alas i start the ritual and it reaches its might of gore
The lord eats your soul and says to me "more"
I say Yes and run along
only to see my family hanged over the wall
and a mesage in blood on the roof
Do not worship what you dont have proof Sry if it didnt rhime but i wanted something like a story then just some meaningles horro rhimes stuck toghether,i mean thats the beauty of rhiming,making storyes in multiplied angles for show and tell
Sry im in a rhiming mood 
Good battle Gen ,May the best win
