Awakened by splashes
Of descending ichor
Hog-tied and gagged
Left laying in your innocence
Tremble in fear
Momentary loss of consciousness
Bound motionless to a table
Blinded by the pendulum of light
Held by the slayer of Able
Incense of the dead ignite
Hands draped in blood
Caress your porcelain skin
Depraved from your moral virtue
Condemned in the eyes of the son
Feel the steel rip through you
Never see the face of the one
Tear filled eyes
Lung filled screams
Your flesh is in pieces
Your soul belongs to me