Four lovers gone.
Hacked upon scorn.
Literal legacy.
All is possible, agree.
Out of ten pillars One arose.
Full birth arisen defeat.
Drink My black Juice.
Rise and vomit.
I apocalyptic Vampire communion,
Thee sacrifices that much ‘love’ that it makes Me vomit My blackness.
I shower thee with My sick black puke.
By this act of ultimate degrading humiliation thee shall grow more toward
Me ! thy Desire.
Lord Chaos
The tenth One