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Mysterion!

The assumption of evil spirit in our flesh

The messianic aim of ours is to confound

Confound it!

Our flesh that was blessed from below

Has an ugly form of the darkened churches

As a treasury of our souls are black

There are so many symbols and scriptures

Whish are leading me back to the forest

Like claws of the past

For to reach the darkest mysteria

he new gospel inside of ours

With different aspects of annihilation

The spiritual suicide is just a border

There's eternity for blessed ones

There... beyond the black forest

Void!

Filled with truthfulness of inhumanity

Nothing in life is a god's donation

There's only feast of damnation

And we laugh and we smile

Cause eternity shows us the true way

The forgotten formulae and unspeakable words

'For the mankind grief' - straight to limbo

For regeneration in a flesh of daemon

Not a humans any more

God bless you!