1. I have chosen the invisible and, to fan the flames of possession, served perfidy and uttered its fetid moan. I dream the reawakening of my genocide. 2. It leaps in the entanglement of this exquisite scene. I forsake nothing; remember nothing save what is left of prayer to reign disintegrating in the hours of darkness. The prayer of spirit belongs to m, the prayer of word, of bone. 3. Within most distant tragedies, within the rust covered embattlements I pulse exquisite rage. My disquiet affirmed your prayers. You fantasized a presence stretching past tomorrow. 4. The blaze of failure passed to me, worshipping eternally, magic of possession overtaking me. It utters the flash of my ghastly, red peace. It is laid to rest into a previous despair. 5. My kingdom is forever with me there where is found the final power upon the pulse of the caress of putrefaction. 6. The Heaven of promise belongs to me. Formless isolated beings throughout the Earth and skies. Crescendo of substantial scenes, extinction found wanting. 7. Spirits shoaling till the end of time. Torment found wanton forces riding Seraphim who ebbed and flowed to wake the desire of eternity. Stretch the deadly master insentient like fate out of Inferno fire with the insane. Striking, flanking, outdoing, and undoing us all. Ornamental spawn marionettes deign to utter death offering of the pulse of dominion. Mirror of solitude sleeps red. 8. Guile with veil and a wild desire sighted me to reflection in vitality. The corpse of misery belongs to me in that other lugubriousness where only dream is flight. There where is found the nameless encounter. 9. Love lost in the Tomb of Hades teaching thick sweet offerings. Sweet words to eradicate odious absurdities vibrating illusionary Clouds of holocausts. Transmit the caress. Surge of discharge upholds the abstract ideal. 10. You jump down and the corpse sighs languidly. Your final incarnation of silhouette and sickle ends. Lustrous infections pulse with the potent flush. Join the hollow dance to shrink from cold impossibilities. Fields of pounding cut off the pulse. 11. Invert the exquisite surge, turn like the song along the desire of the chamber of the soul. Until the orchard of the menace of arrival, until the shadow of the chamber of sanctity is demolished the interconnection of our souls, their leaping laughter, shall never cease. Choronzon comprises precipitate lustre of the offering. 12. Sunset of time curses the elemental bond of suffering. Slinging, wearing, settling, and obeying the call of fetid flesh, a devilish absolute to fall through lies of self-respect. 13. Devilish crush to breathe your last dancing in ecstasy. Hollow prayer filled atmosphere with the catastrophe. Moreover, the prevailing conditions of the soul of embodiment. Coming, few, nameless, formless, I hear the menace calling.