Mark R Slaughter - Beldame of d**h lyrics

A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid Spanning once a serving plate – Oh! that others be alive With such as me for spider bait! I slunk along the silent hall Of ancient ore attired in grime – Feculent beyond the nose; No bearing here, nor feel for time. I shuddered in appreciation – The ambience would mortify A feeble mind, aghast, opined Of murky thought, and typify The will of Belial err I brought Upon myself to loathe and dread Exquisite retribution: to linger Oftentimes alive, then dead. Compulsion saw me edging on Toward a narrow door of oak. Behind, I knew, a greater evil Waiting in her fusty cloak. A choice of nil upon the table; Aught of leave, I had to face Alone the shrew – her flaming aura Angling me; my deep disgrace From ugly deeds I dealt in life, A heinous world I honed in glee… 'Now take a crooked path to d**h, For I have come to torture thee! ' Out of eyes of orange flame, A piercing glare, then here it came – The cackling cry of chanting song: 'You thought you'd die alone in pain The once – nay nay! you'll die with me, And so a catch: you'll die again Ad infinitum - ever be! Your soul to curse, my heart we'll gore, Your liver to draw and quarter; A sadomasochistic pair, We'll slither together in slaughter! ' I answered only with a scream, from Sensing near her craving lust. My crimes to answer; wrongs annul; Renounce my soul and turn to dust... On an evening cool and quiet, Stretch an ear to listen tight – Are you lucky of a moment –? Hark! my clarion call of plight.