Lux Occulta

Here I come
to unleash your souls
to swallow the forms
to destroy the shells
bow to me
kiss the sword
bow to the Scourge of God
it's not even the matter of taste
I hardly ever drink blood
I feed on hopes and illusions
on what you mortals call life
the murderer - you say
I'd say - the Healer
the murderer - you say
I'd say - the Savior