Guess
go on
Guess
who I might be...
then whisper it
real quietly
so only I can hear
and only I can know...

"Black fire change"

Ever found pleasure
In the presence of decay
crumbled buildings
and burned out homes.
we drew our pentagrams
with candles
in the sand
and called down the fires of atonement.
we called down the marker
on a society in debt
we made them pay dues
now theres nothing left to choose.
scurry rats
scurry to the caves
escape the bloodletting
of our midnight raves.
the fires of the dead
give others daily bread
as the ash piles grow
a few less arrive at the show.
so we call upon a leader
a prophecied anti-christ
with nothing
not a thing to loose.
one day we'll find pleasure
in ourselves again
one day we'll find ourselves
in contrast to a society.