The vile ascendancy

There's a time of revelation and comprehension
A second sight on this vile illusion. You better kneel,
because I am vengeance, you better kneel.

And descend lower, descend only into a world of perpetual solitude.
And yes, Demon/Venom - substantially under pressure - come to the surface.

Oh spell of wilderness - that seemed to draw me to its pitiless breast -
Awake my forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions!

And yes, Demon/Venom - substantially under pressure - come to the surface.
Oh your cries, sounding to me far but yet loud - like the hail from a horn trumpet.

Shouting strings of amazing words that - at first - resembled no sound of what one calls human language.
Deep murmurs - a hellish satanic litany - a devil's gospel appearing to be inherent to the most worthy of life.

Demon/venom - come to the surface and join me in battle.
With ominous & terrifying simplicity. Oh I can feel the colossal scale of your vile desires.
The meanness of your torment. An expression of sombre pride & ruthless power.

It gave him a voracious aspect, as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him. Pitiless.

There's a time of revelation and comprehension
A second sight on this vile illusion.
And yes, Demon/Venom - substantially under pressure -
I'll await you at the surface with open arms.