Behold... the ever present lord ov the flesh
Servant of shadow unhindered by the essential harvest ov humans
Perfection ov hellion
Devourer, defiler
Feared by all with the downfall ov mortal
Whom are consumed in putrid ritual
In the depths he dwells, the maker and embracer ov a living hell
Enforcing the requirement for equity in life
Who's expenditure is simply our... Sacrifice
With eyes ov haunting radiance, yet seemingly formless
Ensnare with all to be feared
The harvester ov flesh
The god of death and morbid desire
And demon ov demons
Thousands ov bodies he combs like crops, feasting on their festering, protruding guts
The only escape is through the digestion in the belly of the beast
Devourer, defiler
Feared by all with the downfall ov mortal
Whom are consumed in putrid ritual