Carved from a desolate stoneLeaving a broken reliefA monument to a demi-godReminiscing on a tumultuous pastSpawned of the lust of a virginNew life replaces the oldHer wails of passion were muted bythe cries from a fatal birthA forgotten bastard childTeeming with unholy lifeLying in his stricken mother's fluidsHe bears the unholy markIt rages and churns upon his tiny browAs the world lies unaware, a dark savior for Satan's causeHe's come to set the world aflameThe people damn him and scorn his existence, afate worse than death for a childLove escapes is feeble graspHe grows to loathe the world around himA flickering shadow of humanityThe Mark of Beasts on his forehead does liveA man who thrives on his hateHis conquering, driving forceAs he calls forth the demonspawnAs his new Urth begins to formPlagues, Pestilence, Violence, BlasphemousNow abandoned by his creatorLocked away and forgotten by his sireHe lies alone in his bleak stone prisonHe again remembers the childDeprived of my innocenceNever truly given a chance at lifeI will suffer for the pain that I brought themAn infernal destiny was my downfallPossessed from birth, bred for damnationA dark path not of my design...The Mark of Beasts withers upon his dying brow |
