When you're down and all alone,you can not bear
The pain inside the misery,the agony despair
The beast will come and they will say that you have to choose
No one dares to question him,unless they are a fool


And the beast they call him the master,
he's the king of life here-after
In hell there is no laughter/and the beast call him master


Welcome you inside from which,you have been killed
the king gives thanks to the beast for the blood thats been spilled
The king sits on his blood red throne from which he does rule
no one dares to question him,unless they are a fool


and the beast they call him the master,he's the king of life here-after..in hell there is no laughter/and the beast they call him,master


He's the master,he's the one that you hear
he's the master,he's the one that you fear
he's the master,and he'll bring you your pain
he's the master and he'll drive you insane
HE'LL DRIVE YOU IN

I dont worship that beast...

Nice write- enjoyed it!

You're right,I should have posted this in religious chats

The urge to psychoanalyze this is sooooo very strong, but much more effective if learned for one's self.........

I wonder how much of that Clive Barker,Wes Craven and stephen King have been through



Actually,this is a selection from the nightruler vault/I wrote this when I was 16,and it was for a heavy metal band I played guitar for


thanks for the comments though,much appreciated

It wouldn't surprise me at all, so they probably roll their eyes just like you did. lmao