Render My Prey - Spawn of Possession

Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind.

Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them.

I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I’m slowly turning

into what I dread.

Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness.

Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me.

I am becoming the infestation, now it’s clear what I intend to do As I reach the house of god I’ll take and keep my price forever.

Render my prey as I descend, render my prey.

Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.

With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.

The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.

Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come.

Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed.

Useless struggling for it’s not my mind that drives my actions

It is clearly a non human authority.

Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man.

In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path.

Where’s my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace

Although I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nor implement.

Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up swinging from the ceiling upside down.

Render my prey as I descend, render my prey

Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.

With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.

The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.

Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come