Beelzebub by Shrine of Malice

It comes in waves
The urges pull me,
Masking the disease
I've been swayed,
Possessing, unnerving
What's become of me?
Possessing, unnerving me
What's becoming?
Legions of dead prophecies curse the weak
The grove of deceit,
Perilous wings overshadow your perception of time
Father,
My soul torn from flesh,
Apollyon, bring forth rebirth
I am the scratch on your back,
The snarl in your sleep,
The anchor of sin
The salient of your desire
Impede me and you will writhe in my name
Breathe in the anxiety, feast upon thee
Your soulless corpse
My chalice to the mortal plane
Heathen,
Squirm in your coma
Heathen,
Understand,
That I, the leech
I wish to sway you,
Command you
I wish to become of you,
No restraint to my wish
I will pick what I want from your hands
Leaving you at my knees, slain with my treachery
Possession of the wretched,
A command amongst the senseless
Masking the venom
I, beast, rape you of your senses
Vile didactic, traumatizing your psyche
I revel in shadows my presence latched to your feeble mind. Grasping a hold of your body, you shall become mine. Accept my calling, mortal. Fear the wings of the fly.
"Beelzebub,
Crawl into my skin
Beelzebub,
Make me your host again"
Hark my calling,
Hark my calling
Beelzebub,
Make me your host again

• Blackened Deathcore
• Deathcore
• Metal
• brutal deathcore
• Las Vegas