Malevolent thoughts slither through the mind of this broken man The weeping eyes of his unborn child reflecting on the name of his murdered wife The ever cold breeze carries her scent as reminder of the elegance of life In her fragile existence she achieves in maintaining the breath of belief in the essence of his being Still death and reunification offer solace and liberation Still taunted and haunted Elite devourers burden his thoughts with high-level destruction As the carnage continuous Burned towards Belials throne He's relinquished from itself The archetype of infernal science Assigned to plague his wrath Ingesting thoughts slither through the mind of the victims of this broken man The weeping eyes of their unborn children reflecting the name of their murdered wives No wind to carry the scent of hope Doomed to a wandering presence As elite devourer he burdens thoughts with high-level devotion Yet salvation is offered by the bloodstained axe with Which his preys are presented the faith of the unburied