The Art ov Blasphemies / Nekrosimon

As the fire dancing and breathing of thy skies<br/> When the evil bewitched screaming of pain<br/> Thy lust of phantom imagine of her ecstacy<br/> The skies turn dark raining of Berserk<br/> <br/> She pick the mirror of the evil medium<br/> And standing proudly as the warrior of the feminine<br/> Proclaiming to be the empress of thy devil<br/> Trying to reach the aim thy satan<br/> <br/> And she subconsciously walking in the infinite aim<br/> Reaching the evil spell of thy glory<br/> She searching for a journal of the wicked spell<br/> As the heart will never turn thy white of body<br/> <br/> She dancing in the fire of cruel<br/> Vanishing all thy known of limitation<br/> Screaming as to incarnate the fury<br/> Furtherance her dance of thy vengeance<br/> <br/> She feel nothing of thy suffocate<br/> Effectiveness the wicked of thy spell<br/> The fire turn more cruelly as the sadism of hearth<br/> Playing in thy mind soul<br/> <br/> Ripping the smoothly fleash of the virgin<br/> Hatred in the eyes of thy empress of the dark<br/> Loosing all the relative of thy sympathy<br/> Slashing the virgin body with hundreds of knife of thy beast<br/> <br/> Thy bewitched seems still dancing<br/> As thy ‘unbetrayer’ fire still be her guardians<br/> As the vengeance of hatred will never destroy<br/> ‘Lunaticalyz’ of attitude officially on her<br/> Black full hearth<br/> <br/> Thy dance of the evil bewitched

Submitted by MetalElf — May 10, 2026

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