Blight of the Soul

Grand mystic moon, grant me thy powers to lay this world to ruin. King of the night draped in gloom, born into this world in a false cocoon. Darkest night, the end is soon. Watch as death so eloquently blooms. Blight of the soul, what must I give to make me feel whole? Forbidden chants read from the scroll, drink the poison from the serpents bowl. Heart of a coward and blood of a troll, fight with god for all control. Blackest spells from the grimoire, bring death to all, rich and poor. May I be the one whom you all adore, king of the night bring death so pure...