Necronomicon

"Infernal gates, now open wide, Demons inside, my soul to divide, Fueling the fire, that never will subside, Necronomicon, my heart's dark pride. **[Brief Static Interference]** Cthulhu's might, Azazel's sinister guide, Together we ride, through the darkened tide, No fear, no remorse, just a murderous stride, Leaving the weak, to a brutal, violent slide. Mind's a war zone, battleground of the bold, Survival of the strongest, where the weak grow old, I reign supreme, in this hellish, darkened hold, Heart black as coal, eyes burning, like embers to mold. Henny and blood, a deadly, wicked blend, Invincible, like the Antichrist, my darkened trend, Sorrow and pain, in every twisted, rhyme I pen, But on the mic, all that anguish, is where my power begins. Wordsmith weaving, dark, magical spells, Selling souls to the devil, in hellish, eternal deals, Rhymes like bullets, piercing eardrums with ease, Leaving you shattered, like the remnants of a diseased peace. Necronomicon's power, my madness to unfold, Source of my darkness, where my twisted gold is told, Thrones of chaos, I'm the one, holding the might, Bowing to no one, but the eternal, dark of night. Through labyrinths of madness, I navigate with ease, Where the damned and the tortured, in eternal screams, freeze, My voice is the catalyst, for the apocalypse to rise, As I speak, the very fabric, of reality, compromises. In this maelstrom of chaos, I'm the eye of the storm, Calm, yet destructive, leaving devastation to form, The necronomicon's secrets, are my twisted heart's desire, Unlocking the gates, of a hellish, never-ending fire. Demons dancing, in the shadows they play, As I orchestrate, the final, apocalyptic day, No escape, no salvation, just the end in sight, As the necronomicon's power, ignites, through the dark of night. [Outro: Break]