Power and Will IV

Razors sweeping slow
Across the skin fields
Dried blood, cold steel
Self mutilation, enter the portal of flesh

The sun shines upon me so bright
That I almost miss its glance
Still the rays from within the wounds
Dead and cold, disturbing
Of the dead crawling up
Of the mind that has gone beyond

Piles of parchment
Stained with blood
A seed for black flames
And suffocating fumes

Inhale the breath of Satan
Let it spread with blood
Reach cells of necrophoresis
Start the growth process
Light shines throughout the skin
Let it out, let it out