God's Debris

I am Deathstorm, I spread the rain of evil
I am Nightwolf, seeking flesh
I am Life, Death, God
Fall not into the life unchosen
Where dilemmas breed
You’ll have a life of freedom raped
And I’ll laugh above Ye mortal men
It is You making evil fertile
-Your bold ostentation
It is You giving me a succubus
-Your shit for osculation
Fierce destroying sacred
And their hands are cleansed with filth
I am dead, of life forgotten
Death! Carry me!
Through the Deathstorm, rain of evil
I — Feast for Nightwolves