
Welcome to the Book of Sunder
A Welcome Home

Shuddered in fear
Fighting the sleeping potion
that makes her mind unclear
in this altar dies all emotion
.
The black robed priests roam.
Spewing forth their black black foam,
the spirits of this cauldron do boil
and the serpents of hatred do uncoil.
.
Rising froms of black
and the visions of darkness:
Strange spirits surround her
burning bright candles in the blackness
.
She hears them calling
Chilling darkness now showing
and the cauldron still boiling
the fire serpents are uncoiling
.
She hears them calling
She hears their hated calling
Soon she will join us in death
an underworld taking her sweet breath
.
She hears the summoning
Enchanters of shadows come
With fear she hears me summoning
All about her the stench of blood rum
.
Wicked blade tearing
Wicked blade of blackened mesh
Tearing her pretty white flesh
.
Crimson screams of red
A soul freed of her own flesh
Sacrificed, she will refresh
cruel pleasure of my demon bed
.
No longer swayed by fears,
Through the bubbling black cauldron,
A pale ghost like beauty appears
.
Welcome to my side
To Hades she quickly does ride
A Welcome to thee my sweet, dead bride


The Book of Sunder, Copyright (C) 1995 Sunder