Forever Your Chaos Lord

DeBaphomet Copyright 2025 All rights reserved ------------------------------------------------ Touch what's mine And the storm will rise My calm's a mask It hides the knives You feel safe now But your breath's on loan The winds will howl You'll reap what you've sown I could cut you down Slice through the air But my words will carve Leave you laid bare Bleeding forever The wounds won't close The god of your end Your final prose (Your final prose 2x) Every whisper A blade unseen My tongue's a serpent My thoughts obscene Writhing shadows They creep and crawl I'll twist your mind Till you lose it all Do you hear the echo The thunderous beat It's your own heart pounding Your own defeat I don't need weapons Don't need a blade Words are my venom The war I've made I could cut you down Slice through the air But my words will carve Leave you laid bare Bleeding forever The wounds won't close The god of your end Your final prose Kneel to the chaos Surrender your fight In my kingdom of shadows There's no light I am the Lord Your breath is mine The god of endings Till the end of time