Xasthur

Red hopelessness impaled on rocks and trees.
Fallen from cliff's edges, a cursed exit from weakened mortality.
Servants sacrificing their flesh (for soon the soul will be gone).
In the name of nothingness, abduction of your will to live.
Rat-like minions seal the trapped circle and vacant spaces (of a living hell) filled with hate.
Saviour of ruin, obsessed with your decay.
Dying eyes like blood flooded tombs.