An Alignment of Dead Stars

In the woods of despair Sits the devil's heir At the crossroads of death Taking his final breath His pact with the master An otherworldly disaster As he seals his own fate His crushed spirit can relate To the horrors this modern world holds This time of morality and sanctimonious mold For his soul now belongs to HIM For his essence is pure blackness For his being is now ROT A black eclipse in his heart An alignment of dead stars And the blood spilt at the crossroads Has brought him to this place He no longer lives in torment and depression His essence with emotion severed He is truly free...