Fleshprince Conspirator from Cavernopathic Autoentombment by Pseudomaimer

I coil in the marrow chambers of dreaming men
Sipping their war-thoughts through the pores of sleep
Tongue like a wet sabre, licking the rust from tomorrow
While their unborn screams ferment in my gut

Maps of murder blossom beneath my eyelids
Cities reduced to arterial constellations
Each street a vein, each church a gut sac
My claws drafting the gospel of the throat

The moon signs the pact in crusted tallow
Blood sigils smeared across its pale autopsy sheet
I rise not from soil but from the skins of man
Wearing a crown of broken mandibles

Man will kneel, not in prayer, but in tendon-snap collapse
To kiss the shadow of their sovereign butcher

• Death Metal
• Metal
• Lappeenranta