Shadow

Lyrics

Black mass manifest, catastrophic catalyst, Dragged back laughing from the cavern where the malice lives. Cadaverous manuscripts, language of abandonment, Every prayer you whisper sounds like panicked sacrament. I’m the fracture in the chapel where the candles drip, Gripping every broken halo with a calloused fist. Abyssal architect, crafting every labyrinth, You can hear the chains applaud whenever panic hits. Malevolent, intelligent, venom in my skeleton, Echoes of the dead are embedded in my sediment. Never been a reverend, devil is irrelevant, I’m the thing beneath the thing that every demon’s hesitant. Shadow over continents, swallowing the monuments, Turning every hopeful heart into an empty consequence. Violence is consonance, silence is my confidence, Every scream harmonizes with the choir of the ominous. I don’t walk—I materialize inside peripheral vision, Split your intuition with a ritual incision. Cryptic exhibition, wicked premonition, Leave your soul divided by infernal mathematics and precision. I’m a parasite, paralyzing paradise, Carving every sacrifice beneath a blood-red satellite. Appetite is amplified, afterlife gets analyzed, Every corpse a paragraph where agony is alphabetized. See me in the smoke when the moonlight decomposes, Every rose closes whenever death approaches. Broken chromosomes inside forbidden codices, I rewrite your destiny with homicidal quotations. I’ve got a cathedral built from vertebrae and vengeance, Every single stained-glass window shows your final sentence. Never needed penance, never feared repentance, Hell became my residence because Heaven lacked attendance. Feel the cold crescendo, tendons under pressure, Every breath you treasure becomes evidence forever. Necromantic measure, engineered to sever, Body on the pavement while the shadow gets together. My pulse is synchronized with funeral percussion, Every conversation ends in permanent destruction. Psychological corruption, biological eruption, Leave a generation traumatized without discussion. The void speaks fluent hatred in a thousand different dialects, Dragging every memory beneath the deepest silhouettes. No regrets, only debts, soaked in silhouettes, Every heartbeat counting down until your spirit disconnects. I’m the king without a kingdom, throne of decomposition, Crowned by every victim that was buried by ambition. Sinister collision, spectral ammunition, Executing every hopeful thought with perfect repetition. Darkness isn’t absence—it’s an ancient population, Living in the corners of your fractured observation. Patient cultivation, endless calculation, Every ounce of fear becomes another invocation. I’m beyond possession, I’m the source of the infection, Every mirror shows another version of reflection. Soul dissections, cursed resurrections, Building empires out of psychological corrections. You can run but every road was engineered to fold, Every story ever told eventually grows cold. Ashes in the mold, destiny is sold, Every ounce of courage gets auctioned to the old. When the final bell collapses and existence starts to fracture, I’ll be smiling in the static like the author of the chapter. Master of disaster, everlasting after, Leaving nothing but the echo of your terrified laughter. No salvation. No escape. No dawn to chase. Just infinite shadows wearing every human face.