Our crusader falls under the dark influence of the demon disguised as his god. There, he finds the warm embrace of oblivion within his mind, even as his body is forced to inflict pain and suffering on those he loves around him. It is just the beginning of his corruption, for a far more hideous transformation lies in wait.



Blessed be so fervently,
Wrapped in bliss so comforting.
This eden, my garden of the mind
Shines bright upon my festering blight.
It spins! It spins so fucking fast.
Spasming and blackening as memories flow past.
I scream for it to stop, begging for the end.
What god must I please for my sanity to mend?
Intrusive thoughts pervade mental sanctity.
I cannot trust the lies the darkness thrusts on me!
Will I ever know the cause of this madness?
Shall I continue to descend into utter darkness?
After Darkness, always follows Madness.
It's hold is now complete, the smell of blood so sickly sweet.
This friend within my head, mockingly dread, wanting me dead!
A chorus so soft and sweet, lulled through the sirens song.
It says to me, my hearts racing, my blood pumping, so I gladly play along:
"The ones you love are sad, life is bad, everyone's mad.
Pick up a hammer and play along to this song and crush their fucking skulls in.
You can release them from their pain.
Don't worry, now they're happy, freed from existing."
The light now gone, I sink to black.
The comforting abyss, a place gone mad.
Here I'll be released from free will for millennia.
Here is where I'll dwell, the darkest corner of dementia.
The darkest corner of dementia!

The Darkest Corner of Dementia

So begins the story of the Crusader, so fervent in his belief of the divine being he follows. A true zealot, he leads unholy forces in genocide in the name of a powerful demon disguised as the Crusader's god. What atrocities shall he commit in the name of this fiend?



The marching of boots and clattering of steel awakens within me the need to feel.
The rush of adrenaline and blood dripping down my steel encased hood.
The roar of pain, the screams of anguish.
Rapture in war, a race to vanquish.
Our god demands a sacrifice in worship.
What better than the flesh of their heathen bishop?
Arise! Arise!
They're dropping like flies.
With a burning desire to rush towards their demise.
Delight! Delight!
The smell of cooked flesh a delight.
As we stomp on their twisted carcasses through the night.
Scour the land of their civilization.
We as a plague to their blasphemous libations.
Their godless ways denounced from grace.
Our deity demands eradication with haste.
A shining light from the morningstar guides our war cries nearing from afar.
They tremble in fear as the war drums beat.
Their corpses left for the crows to eat.
Arise! Arise!
They're dropping like flies.
With a burning desire to rush towards their demise.
Delight! Delight!
The smell of cooked flesh a delight.
As we stomp on their twisted carcasses through the night.
Denounce! Denounce!
Denounce your godless traditions
or be subjected to endless attrition.
Heresy! Heresy!
You'll be judged for your unraveling deceit.
Kneel before the throne, worship at his feet.
We demand fealty to the one true god.
Strip the skin from those that partake in this facade.
Raise their entrails to the air, blood soaked hands tremble.
We are the ones that will guide his blades.
Us soldiers who lead his flesh crusades.

The Flesh Crusades

Fully embracing the madness placed upon him, our Crusader is transformed into a monstrosity of weaponized bone and flesh. Such is the horror of this aberration that even his companions falter.

I get a feeling, a sense of dread
Promising me that I'll soon be dead
A sensation of pain arising within
The world darkens as it begins to spin
From beneath me its Magics rise
Tearing its claws up my body into my eyes
The transformation painstakingly begins
Blood and bone burst out, covered by new skins
Necromancy tears through my flesh
Contorted biotic organs thin into a fine mesh
Ribs split open to make way for new limbs
As the world darkens, my consciousness dims
Epidermis shed, veins displayed shows a gruesome spread
Bones sharpened to bits, body convulsing in violent fits
Violent fits!
A monster this darkened curse has made me
An abomination by its master has been set free
Exoskeleton now complete, the organs within now obsolete
Hardened marrow filed as a blade, an armory of bone has been displayed
A grin full of daggers, my worldly concern no longer matters
A horrid form of life!
A monster this darkened curse has made me
An abomination by its master has been set free
The Necropolis drains me of life
The lich within forcing sins of the dead into my already cluttered mind
His raspy voice breaks through the static noise
A new command issues forth, I have no choice, but to murder!
I get a feeling, a sense of dread
Promising me that I'll soon be dead
A sensation of pain arising within
The world darkens as it begins to spin
From beneath me its Magics rise
Tearing its claws up my body into my eyes
The transformation painstakingly begins
Blood and bone burst out, covered by new skins
Necromancy tears through my flesh
Contorted biotic organs thin into a fine mesh
Ribs split open to make way for new limbs
As the world darkens, my consciousness dims
Epidermis shed, veins displayed shows a gruesome spread
Bones sharpened to bits, body convulsing in violent fits
I am abomination!

Abomination

The transformation now complete, the Crusader has been let loose upon the world. No man, woman, nor child will be left in his wake.

Upon a sight of gore I oversee,
Musing over the corpses of my blood soaked spree
The earth and very heavens I have shook
To kill those who forsake the ungodly book
I will devour all, I will create the fall!
Spew the wretched bodies out in front of my mouth, the dismembered limbs resemble a picture so foul
Disgorged and decaying, I eat the molded brains,
Chunks of flesh, rotting breath induced by gluttony
Revel in defilement! Writhe in glee, drenched in filth
Revel in defilement! Dead bodies round my meat up to the hilt
Revel in defilement! Stack the corpses up so high
Revel in defilement! A diseased end is nigh
Move forth and sacrifice your soul
To the King underneath, his throne now mine to control
Made of skulls, bits of bone is where I sit
Molten lakes burn with blood from the throats I have slit
A broken autonomy is such a sight to see
Twisted muscle, sinew and skin,
Draped in perfection and heavenly sin
Dip them into pools of acid
Leave them bare to the bone
The entrails will make my mask
Your life shall pass in a horrified flash
Tear them, rip them, twist them, pin them
A work of art to see, This is my horror chamber!
Revel in defilement! Writhe in glee, drenched in filth
Revel in defilement! Dead bodies round my meat up to the hilt
Revel in defilement! Fill my goblet with their blood
Revel in defilement! Just smoldered feet where they once stood
Revel in defilement! Bathe me in their boiling skin
Revel in defilement! Their botched faces set in a grin
The carnage is complete, a vile macabre feat
Where shall I go next, consult the demon text.

Revel In Defilement

The carnage now complete, the Demon lord releases the Crusader from his control, and he regains his body and mind, though he wishes he were dead. Relief comes in the form of a grieving husband, poised to gain revenge. To the Crusader's dismay, the man does not have the fortitude to take a life. Unfortunately for him, the lasting madness left by the Demon lord still plagues the Crusader, his despair turning into a searing hatred, the cycle beginning anew...

In rapture I lay awake
Hoping its my life you take
Can we agree on this?
Do no let your kill shot miss
I wish for it to end
Do not let my wounds mend
The loss of life won't be mourned
At the pearly gates I'll be scorned
A vile existence I have lived
My one regret my sins I've not hid
Go on, complete your revenge
Purge your lover's killer as you have pledged
You must commit to this for you could not save
Your most beloved who lays in her grave
Do not hesitate or its your life
I do not have the will for anymore strife
I see you can't choose between the gun or the knife
Quickly done, or watch my eyes drain of my life?
Your fingers twitch, sweat drops down, make your move or its you who will drown
Your lapse of haste will be your downfall, weakness shows, you've dropped the ball
Anger swells, as your fury quells, how could you forget my hands at her throat?
This is not the end I had envisioned
Nor the fate I had requisitioned
Enough is enough is enough is enough
I will not tolerate this half hearted bluff
Since you will not grant me eternity's end
You'll join your wife after I tear off your skin
It seems that even the reaper has failed at his task
Yet in his failure I gain this scarlet blood bath
Your crime for my plans now foiled
Is to leave unfulfilled from this mortal coil.

Vengence Unfulfilled

Praise be to Oblivion!
For we are in the end times.
This shattered world hates us.
We have tortured it enough.
Come with me brothers of calamity.
We shall cross the threshold into nothing.
Gather round in this sacrificial circle.
To join the ranks of the immortals.
Whether above or below go our souls
What better a place than this mortal coil.
This existence can no longer offer our salvation.
We plead with the earth to keep us safe.
But our arrogance has led us astray.
Gaia no longer loves her children.
So to oblivion we shall pray.
Let the darkness come across our path
Enveloped whole in the hungering black.
Disparate souls shall no longer wander
On this barren rock we once called mother.
Winds of autumn, snows of winter
rains of spring and the heat of summer.
No longer do we ask for these treasures.
Our eyes glazed over with blackened pleasures.
I abhor this existence.
Monsters of Gaia hunting us.
Plagues unleashed, disasters of hatred.
Funneling from the maw of human nature.
Follow me down the dark road of depravity.
Into the clutches of maddened insanity.
Despair, can now help guide us.
Onto the path of nonexistence.
Now decide, which death shall you take?
The monsters of this world, or suicidal ritual to partake?
This life no longer serves my interests.
A cult of numerous wretches.
We pray to oblivion!
We pray to oblivion!
We pray to oblivion!
We pray to oblivion!
Praise be to oblivion.
Praise be to oblivion.
We pray to!

Pray to Oblivion

A frigid death awaits me now
The frozen air in my lungs broken down
The whipping winds of early winter cut my crackled skin
There is no shelter from the fury of nature’s whim.
Cold despair settles in the pit of my stomach, cascading down to the tips of my feet
All warmth lost in the tundra of this frozen wasteland, snowy hillbanks full of the dead I shall meet.
Have you seen the reaper yet? Bearing down to seal the debt.
A crooked figure in the white, the only color to pierce the night.
Icy claws reach out to me, a fixation so enchanting.
A piercing shrill tears through the air, heard only by me but no one is there.
No one is there.
The whipping winds of early winter cut my crackled skin
There is no shelter from the fury of nature’s whim.
Cold despair settles in the pit of my stomach, cascading down to the tips of my feet
All warmth lost in the tundra of this frozen wasteland, snowy hillbanks full of the dead I shall meet.
Have you seen the reaper yet? Bearing down to seal the debt.
A crooked figure in the white, the only color to pierce the night.
Icy claws reach out to me, a fixation so enchanting.
A piercing shrill tears through the air, heard only by me but no one is there.
No one is there.
Give into despair! This wasteland will swallow you whole. Give up. Let the dead claim you. Let your body forget the pains of a thousand icy blades cutting into your flesh. It won’t be much longer. Simply close your eyes and begin to rest.
The Forlorn Scythe swung, neck sliced open
Bloodied heads silently screaming: “You cannot escape his blade!”
Tattered robes flap in the winding winds of winter, always clawing. The Reaper’s blade shines through the stormy landscape, a final warning.
Have you seen the reaper yet? Icy blade your throat has met.
A crooked figure in the white, manifestation of winter’s might.
Icy claws reach out to me, alone in despair, I give into thee
A piercing shrill tears through the air, heard only by me but no one is there.

Forced to Surface

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