my cold goddess of the night squirming under my spiked fist she s giving me all carnal delights submit yourself and drink my blood i am the bringer of hate evil reigns supreme on earth defenders of the blackest faith which strengthen my inner glow mind expanding inner journey from a grim and bitter soul misanthropic violent hellblast it s darker than you think for seemingly endless time there is still blood on the old oak this is where you come to die over three hundred years old and still stretching towards the sky the hangman s oak burning bleeding dying from the inside hitting whipping kicking tthe corpse of christ reading learning seeing all knowledge of evil watching waiting observing my fallen angel i am the mortal guide with spiritual possessions i have seen the other side and i have sold my soul i have no earthly tombstone and i have no christian grave i am a misanthrope i am not a fucking slave 