The Infliction of Tophet - Trigger the Bloodshed

As Lucifer himself reigns over, a demon possessed with control*

Forcing desecration on those who oppose him

President of death, of destruction

Denounced genocidal wishes, rush through his brain

As each, sickening action strikes the world with pain

His fixed prominence an outrage

As the first and second worlds struggle

To overthrow the false graduation

Forged with lies he stands surrounded, within a shroud of terror

His dark iron fist convulsing, grappling the throat of normality

A dictator of the underworld, conducting visions of a bleak eternity

As he annihilates the innocent, and gives them nothing to believe in

Upon his orders, hordes of minions, seek to destroy

Fracturing everything, crushing the skulls of the just

Crushing the skulls of the just

Dominantly prosecuting the people of his blood

Violating the tenacious, shattering his own rule

The incestuous angel of the dark

Tearing away, their lives, their families, their homes

Until this descentation of hell, has been exalted by the earth

Corrupting isolated infant minds, from gestation to their birth

Expecting obsequiousness, this abated fool remains strong

Whilst he rests on a fabricating bed of sin woven to cocoon

No saviour has toiled to overthrow this exasperating lord

Abdication strikes not in his mind as he intoxicates his realm

As his Godforsaken inhabitants, reminisce on rapturous halcyons

Desperately clenching precarious sanity

Anterior to, the conquest of this fiend