Kult Ov Azazel

Die
Cut my wrists with laughter and pleasure
Slit my flesh for my own wasted mind
To Satan I offer thee
For what once was, and what I could be
Bloodstained eyes
Written by my demons
Take no disguise
In my own blood I draw the symbols of memories
My own disease
Take forth the shell that once breed the parallels of infinity
My own divinity
My misanthropy
When - will my restless journey begin