Grotesquery Conceiled (Within Measureless Magic)

In the shadows of my gallow, I'd rather absent the hallow. Thy presence made pleasure of pain, thy madness turned sanity into vain. Profoundly wicked owner of soul, the mysteries of thy creation beheld by ghouls. Diabolically disguised heavenly bodies, atrociously desired primordial elements. Plunging through the confused heart of sulphur. In all this darkness, how can man see? Pour misguided fool, it is not God you are talking to. I am not impostrous, hiding behind pearly walls. However, I am still yet to be found, known. I shall guide you on your midnight ride, as the sun fades black. Beyond your grotesque imagination, my name will be revealed. The blood of Christ can't heal your wounds, give me all of yours and I'll give you mine. I am the hidden fantasy. In the secrets of my knowledge, there is no God but me. In this shadowy world all are nameless. Outstanding, dressed in majestic splendour, touched by the flames of eternal fire. How I long for your embrace, uttermost desire.