Sodden Jackyl

Wet fur bares the smell of death Sodden cur On your heels their fetid breath Jackal kings, guardian slaves The child is delivered unto the earth From the womb of a beast With a million parents of the dark To guide and serve From the blackness they emerge Fed on diseased decay For their master they must kill To guard the gates of hell’s conception Running you scream in naked fear Untold terror A scene of evil unbelieved Behold the fire Fight relentlessly Can’t give up, we must believe Bodies lie in smoldering piles Bring cold lips unearthly smiles A soul claimed was not won So revealed the prophecy Has the likeness of a man It bears the mark of numbers Now with the faith and sacred knives The time is right The beast is destroyed and the light commands Triumphant trial

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 16, 2026