666 - Metalheads AI challenge

Candlelight Black soil Humid with night tears Hand picked colors dressing the circles Dripping on your skin And soon on theirs Circles And curves And lines struck though the light and the dark Mending your ripped heart in wax and gore Shaping yourself as a servant, a flesh golem Trading free will for power A power of conviction Of carnal existence Sex hundred and sexty six Burn and bleed Human offering For inhuman recipient Six Six Six Six, six, six What's offered can't be reclaimed What's promised can't be unsaid What's final is not death [Solo] Mourning Disbelief Self obsession Self deprivation Asceticism gone wrong in flaccid flesh and uncooked dreams Your sacrifice isn't vain as now the curse is upon you Sad hundred and sobty six Weep and sob Human waters For inhuman recipient Six Six Six Six, six, six What's offered can't be reclaimed What's promised can't be unsaid What's final is not death Stepping back from what you've done It's still time to regret Enjoy your prize Because soon you'll pay the price What's offered can't be reclaimed What's promised can't be unsaid What's final is not death