Spawn Of Possession

Years of strain, obsolete forgotten, but was never dead
Rise from the ash of hatred
Haunting ways kept alive in secrecy, from the light of day
Mankind behold possession
The ones that was not did return in an order to perform
Nothing but a relentless havoc
Forces insurgent – nothing shall persist
Ruthless ways of ancients scourge
The souls of those believed to conquer
Wicked infliction – from the cabinet
Forged through deep affliction, demons in shape of angels deceive
Those who dream of the cabinet
Sweating their sheets as they know it's real
No one can rid this evil
Churning the spirits
A slumber in fear
Abomination reveals tales from a sickened crucifix
Pulse is rising fast, can not wake up at all, something has occupied the dormant soul