Disciple Of The Heinous Path — Sargeist

Secrets born in me are the conjurations Malicious mysteries-calling of the blood. Morbid esoteries written on human skins. Unfit for a world like this-a place of suffering.

Disciple of the Heinous Path The coventant of pestilence I am a soldier,a fanatic. With a heart sworn to the Dark Lord.

My flesh is the abode of complex entities A temple and a grave-a Chalice of His wrath The candlelight is pouring down from a flickering flame. Pure black energy and obscurity

The rapture of my murder. These dark tormenting desires. Perversion-tyranny. Discipe of the Heinous Path