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Dead like a priest hung from a tree

Ropes drawn about his armpits

Crows have picked his eyes away

Flesh is scarred and ripped to shreds

The crucifix still hanging cold

Dancing slow to the wind of the north

His faith couldn't save him, nor could his god

Weak human destiny, nothing pure inside

His soul cried for angels

But I raped it endlessly

A thousand days of torment

Doomed to fucking die

Hopeless, starved, miserable

You'll see the eye of Master

Never will you see the light

Morbid fate of a mortal man

Mortal worms - crushed by

The hammer of the Nocturnal

Suicide Manifesto

Staring at the cold bleak light

Steaming breath leaving from my lips

At the circle of malevolence

No joy to benefit from here

Time is sharpening my knife

Reflections of pain and misery

Had humanity meant a thing to me

Would I still embrace depression?

Secrets of the moon

Nail me to this place

Filled with nausea

And whirling memories

With age would I wield

knowledge and mysteries

But the human in me

Will lead me to decay

I hear the humming of the trees

The calling of the withering leaves

The shivering voice of remembrance

Cold steel for an age of hate...