Aradia - AngelMaker

Her cryptic whispers whistle through the winds

Creaking branches, tangled roots, entwined in ancient sin

The twisting timbers beckon me within

I can’t control the overwhelming urge

Something that lurks inside my skin

Her presence haunts my steps

I feel her every breath

I hear her whispers creep inside and down my spine

Our fates entwined, in my restless soul I find

The urge to purge this worthless life of mine

The mistress stares, her skin stretched tight and white

I’m lost within her sight on this starlight autumn night

Pervasive intentions, love fails to lust

Satanic séances

The succubus has struck

I can see her dead eyes as they are looking right through mine

Hollowing me out from the inside

I cannot resist the call, into her arms I wish to fall

My body feels foreign as her presence looms and conquers all

Hold your arms around me and bleed me fucking dry

Conjure this animosity in me

Dragging me into apathy

Besiege, she’s taking control

Feels like I’m losing it all, her hands round my throat

Underneath her scarlet cloak, sinful pleasures she invokes

To reap me of my soul and seed in sin we spawn sick blasphemy

The floor then opens up wide, emerging from the ground

Sharp claws and wretched sounds

Twisted horns arise

Her lovely skin begins to peel and rot

Vile visions lay before my eyes

Unearthly horrors swirl, bestowed unto this world

I can hear them laugh at me

I fell for trickery and now the beast is free to plague humanity

Ten thousand hands pull me to the deep, six faces in the flames their whispers

make me weep

The sons of Satan stare into my eyes, the moon is dead, rains runs red

Tonight the end is nigh

Eat the children, bury the breathing, rise unholy serpents of deceiving

Eat the children, bury the breathing, rise unholy serpents

Eat the children, bury the breathing, rise unholy serpents of deceiving

Let me go

I helplessly witness in misery, horrors I have unleashed

The flames surrounding me and now I burn in regret

To the woods we never go, for evil there it grows

The witch is waiting

She whispers towards you, baiting

To lure unlucky ones into her grasp of thorns