Carolingian Autocastration

Frostbitten old knife
Reforged inside my sarcophagal nexus
Painting the colorful visage
Staring back at a masochistic machine

The fragmentation of sorrow
Remains trapped beneath rock bottom
 Where only nothing awaits me
Because my bones are buried there

My name became synonymous with a lame hermit
Feasting upon diabolical pains
Ailing three-legged werewolf armed with a promise
To lead lost children away

 With a Luciferian cause
Clawing mercilessly into a malformed plexus
Every waking hour is suddenly devoted
To my murder-like madness