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Dungeons of Abraxus

Torment... Through his childhood

Sadist... Born and bred

Beaten... Lacking reason

Submission... Wearing thin

Hatred... Seeping through the

Clenched teeth... Desperate

Ruptured...

Feed on the hands that

Feed him...

Turns to the darkness to

Free him...

Draw him to the flames and

Brand him...

He is now one with his own which can't survive

Souls of the weak, it needs to thrive

Emerged from the pupÆ of inner fire

To kill without the

Limits of humanity

Fear of decay in mortality

Bathing in the blood bore of its fists

Embracing the subconsciousness

Underneath its husk he lies dormant

Watching the beast devour his foes

Increased hunger with the flow of the blood

Raping the soul torn from its shell

Feel the warmth flow down its throat

The flesh collapse beneath its grasp

Bind their soul to its own

Chained within its dungeon

Unhinged rage in primal form

Exacted on ignorance

Consumed by the seeds they'd sewn

Cloven bodies internally wrung

Rend apart one by one

Lives of innocent ignorance

Greater... Now is his knowledge of

Pain... All now fall under his

Gaze...Knows not a limit to

Lust... Disciple of darkness