Mütiilation - Hominicide

At the vast banquet of death, aborted heirs as only guests
And some of my enemies hanging from a beam.

Worms and flies around as a putrid offering.
No monument erected for my glory or my memory

But I know my hatred is deep towards you and your peers.
I belong to the beyond and i scorn the mortals.
They crawl in existence, like ants on their duty

Blinded by vanity and so full of themselves.
Bitterness took over, they forgot their dreams
Deep into compliance, somewhere in oblivion.
Oozing the slime of mediocrity, they are from a breed
You never want to rub with, stay away from me.

Kill the humans,
Hominicide!

Wrapping their porous bones with mantels of proud lard.
Submitted to propriety, ignorance as bible.
Showing off leper skins, their game is seduction.
Curved and bloated with bad oil, last stronghold of their pettiness.
Faces melted by acid tears, like grotesque candles.
Portaits of their deformed souls carved by misfortune.

Deep inside, I hate them, I want to see them die.
When sun dies, I go out, ready to tear the night.
Battling hard, through the wind to find a victim
Somewhere no one will see my demise and grief.
In a flash of the blade, another puppet falls.
Instant blood, pumping heart,
I can quench my thirst.
Stalking them, endlessly, under a blood red moon.