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The fire turn us free, this is a tribute to the

daemon of the microcosm. I roll among your

bones and inhale the smoke of the dead while I

fall in the trance of the serpent that savored

the putrefaction of a couple of cadavers

engulfed towards the black notion of fangs

and blood. Allow me to know the splendor

that hides the primordial void, investigate the

mystery of your black womb. Stand out of

power and take me from your wise hand while

you perform your cosmic dance, in order to

overcome any of my weaknesses and reborn

in the heart of emptiness,  in the center of the

dragon's heart.