For His Satanic Majesty's Glory

All life is enslaved and is meant to be enslaved.
Locked in the stocks, arms chained by gravity.
Opened and out stretched, imprisoned.
Embarrassed and naked. We are slaves.
But there is a keeper of keys as there is strength within.
Hail the force of Satan and free yourself of sin.
Light your fire to guide you into the abyss of Da’at
and gaze beyond the veil of death.
Under penalty of life, we run through our course.
Chaos breaks us free when we face our demise.
When one gazes into darkness, there is light.
It is sight beyond sight, the sun cannot blind.
But there is a keeper of keys as there is strength within.
Hail the force of Satan and free yourself of sin.
Light your fire to guide you into the abyss of Da’at
and gaze beyond the veil of death.
Rebellious posturing.
Adversarial conjuring.
Vulgar full moon madness
raging until the end.
The freedom of death is sought
after the war is bought.
Total annihilation.
Seeking out completion.
…and the end of this
and all things
that weigh the spirit down.
Salvation from the living hell.
Release from the bonds of flesh.