Genre: Technical Death Metal

Years have passed since that night
Still the scars are fresh and alive for those involved
mother deep underground
father to a cell forever bound, the child nowhere to be found

Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood
wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door

Journeyed to the east far and long ago
Once a feeble child but now has grown, still black in his soul
His uncle, the poor man worked hard yet unsuccessful
To feed his father’s leverage

Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood
wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door

Meanwhile, aging in a bedlam, innocent still took the blame

He was sane when he entered but those walls drove him mad
Conjuring up a grave revenge 
Kept his diary closest when he finally broke out
Time for them to alas reunite
 [bad word] to place his vengeance upon the [bad word] progeny, his only creed
As he arrived to the house old Damfee waiting outside

Gnawed and faint, leaning on his frayed cane

Damfee
“Why did [bad word] here?”

Father
“Bring him before me, he must die
I shall have his head, you cannot deny me that”

The old man grinned and whispered
“Things are not all what they seem, I once brought forth a demon
That had its way with your wife one night, her [bad word] defiled
Raped by the demon, befouled all heaven’s light
Please close your eyes [bad word] inside my home”

He then followed Uncle Damfee, when he looked there was a rancid setting
Everything was just appallingly dirty, in front of him stood the lost child
In [bad word] he attacked the androgynous child of evil
In the background there stood Damfee chuckling at the whole damned spectacle

All turned black ‘til he later woke up
In his cell with the padded walls that he once left, was it a dream?
Ripped out was a diary page 
On it written all that happened in that godless phase, in someone else’s
hand-writing

Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood
wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door