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"The empire of Silessence"

ll my being and my music are disgusting, my voice sings the national anthem of shit, the land of nowhere and no one, the empire of Silessence. The assembly of rotten entities makes all decisions about suffering, as a weapon against me, uurgh, those shitty bastards want me to be the king! Well, beneath contempt, I’m the king now, and i will send all my army and ships to conquer the stars, and then i will move them at my way, raising the flag with

eight lines and three, three, three... In the abyss i will stay playing forever.

Exiled, banished, aborted, free from the colorful tales, from the warrior's faith, from the useless tears, from love stories. And now i'm here, in this mystic and strange land, drawing confusing lines, vomiting the course of time, talking with my ghosts, out of the map, aimlessly, without a road: this is my seed, my pest, my trash, my hate, my illness... and nobody is here to share my misery...

Not even that corpse want to smile, i think there's still a lot to laugh for... There is no steps, no legs, only crawling screams and dead angels in the horizon. So i'm starting the way back to the dead-words magick... My skin starts to burn, NO! I just need a bit of smoke for this itch, the wisdom of the chaos-owl talk to me...

From the ashes will be born the new age of pagan disease

everything drowns in the seas of discord

Satan! The crystal of my ego is broken...

He's carrying a grave; there is no gold, no treasures...

nothing will shine tonight, tedium reigns this time...

All the clocks are broken; the sand does not fall anymore!

Welcome to the Silessence, listen to its echoes

nothing belongs to anyone here, no one belongs here,

this is where all is thrown into the sea...