Spiritual Deception Lyrics - Incurso - Spawn Of Possession

Years have passed since that night 

Still the scars are fresh and alive for those involved 

A mother deep underground 

A father to a cell forever bound, the child nowhere to be found 

Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood 

A wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door 

Journeyed to the east far and long ago 

Once a feeble child but now has grown, still black in his soul 

His uncle, the poor man worked hard yet unsuccessful 

To feed his fathers leverage 

Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood 

A wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door 

Meanwhile, aging in a bedlam, innocent still took the blame 

He was sane when he entered but those walls drove him mad 

Conjuring up a grave revenge 

Kept his diary closest when he finally broke out 

Time for them to alas reunite 

Compelled to place his vengeance upon the bastard progeny, his only creed 

As he arrived to the house old Damfee waiting outside 

Gnawed and faint, leaning on his frayed cane 

Damfee 

Why did you come here? 

Father 

Bring him before me, he must die 

I shall have his head, you cannot deny me that 

The old man grinned and whispered 

Things are not all what they seem, I once brought forth a demon 

That had its way with your wife one night, her uterus defiled 

Raped by the demon, befouled all heavens light 

Please close your eyes and come inside my home 

He then followed Uncle Damfee, when he looked there was a rancid setting 

Everything was just appallingly dirty, in front of him stood the lost child 

In frustration he attacked the androgynous child of evil 

In the background there stood Damfee chuckling at the whole damned spectacle 

All turned black til he later woke up 

In his cell with the padded walls that he once left, was it a dream? 

Ripped out was a diary page 

On it written all that happened in that godless phase, in someone elses 

hand-writing 

Spiritual deception once showed its face, an evil passed on through its blood 

A wicked grim incentive that cloudy day when horror stepped through their door