[Sinacog]

Serpent Sapient; worthless razor wit'; burning pages of the yearn assailant
I've seen burned graces of yearned statements; bible's burned pages
Heaven's Gates see's the way through biblical seas; centrifugal need
Whimsical speech; the sin in the water; turned a stone to a boulder
I'm a demon in the mist; claws slashing away at city's and towns
The night scapes stars and planets; and I incinerate nouns
The night beckons for me to shoot saliva from my mouth; burning rock
Burning rock; burning rocks fly though burning skys; turning the sky to ash
The book of plagues hold Nostradamus's past; I predicted the continent shift
Apocalypse drifts; apocalypse lips; sarcophagus in the mouth of a crypt
I've riddled the sands of time with golden sands of time; hold the land of mine
Solace sands of shrine; white winter snow falls on gradually nouns and rhymes
The ancient castles of the past; hold demons and devils with hell's flame
I am a demon prince; in the mist of war; a sinful war
The owls of the night hoot; and twist their heads in exorcism schism
The night stars holds the luminous moon in the glimpse precison
I'm a demon with a pension for ravenous; the true of war
For with rapid solace sinister serpent; I can brew a storm...