Darker by Design - Hellforged

The autumn colors always set my teeth on edge
The dismal palette shall be the decorum of the Dead
Amidst the London, by my chastened blade, I claim
Tonight shall be the eager stage to conduct my sordid game

I disemboweled the courtesan like a beast sent to desecrate
I pierce my teeth into their jaded skin before I deflorate
How perversely my hands push razors through their contorted vulva gates
Among the precious viscera my wretched urge will slake

I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain
More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane
Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore
‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore

With parchment and ink I attest to harlot cud
I’ve adorned this world with grotesqueries
Painted in precious blood
How eloquent, my hands push blades to flesh
I shall daunt WhiteChapel as a haunting shade of death

I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain
More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane
Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore
‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore

Shrouded in Anonymity, my face shall be disguised
For I am divinity, unfit for mortal eyes
With the scalpel I am the artisan to manifest
The archetype for sordid goddesses

OH MURDER! The slit throat siren cried
As I pushed my hands inside
OH MURDER! Waned her dying eyes
My ties to moral fabric divide

I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain
More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane
Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore
‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore