Destined for great power
Hidden secret of twisted faith
From sacrificial squalor

To disinterring amoral disgrace

Following in the footsteps

In the wrecking trail of the elusive witch
Effigies submerged in gore
With a headless beast for opposing the hitch

Sworn to Kadiempembe
An obsession with evil carved in flesh
Ritually cicatrised screaming

My soul is dead, I have no god

And with the gathered disciples

The chosen one's horizons spread
Immolations and unbelievers
Paying the devil's price in blood and dread


And with the decadent enraptured
Worshipping their twisted god

Boundless evil of El Padrino
A baron in the court of hell


Spiralling sadism
Lovers torn asunder, victims mutilated
Agony praised utmost

One vile commandment - they must die screaming

Flense the silent stoic

Yet his lack of screams fails to impress
Resultant rage volcanic
Seize innocence, desperate redress


But the shadow god has stumbled
Sorcerers facade now implode at once

Though the constellations crumble
The godfather will not be dead for long...