"Undying Voyeur" Dwelling inside the forsaken abyss hangs a beautifully vile display A marionette of the black and macabre strung bleeding above the decay What manner of mind bore this sick machination this idle of torn human skin The others unseen speak the words of the empty They cry out for sacrifice tainted with sin In the darkness locked away He'll never see the light of day Cursed to watch the hethen play Unseen but not alone Sadistic demoralization of his mind birthed an unnatural molevolence, depraved, debased, iconoclastic nightmares shape this hell he would come to call home With eyes stretched wide open to witness the frenzy Unable to warn the defiled Eternity swallows this delineation The foul putrifaction of impure design The hooks in his face allow no distraction No hope of release from the toil of sin This vouyer begins to enjoy his detention And waits for the bloody burlesque to begin Dwelling inside the forsaken abyss Hangs a wonderfully morbid display This marionette of the lost and condemned Is bleeding above the decay Cursed to this anguish, the deathless and damned, His pain everlasting his torment supreme He watches the pattern of self ruination And gives his regards to the lewd and obscene Watch them play Pure decay I will feed You will bleed Soul to ashes flesh to mud Drudgery of human blood Purged beneath the crimson flood Corrupted by the pain The vile babtism of this malefactor has made him victim to the malice of the human plague Invoked by sin and sustained by death, this undying captive shall never falter in his agony and shame (c) Lyrics by Leslie Collins