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Lapis animae:

Rise the scream of burning souls!

Lapis animae:

The second death’s reward, a mystery of life;

In death I’m strong!

Ebon pillars flank the way to where a flame

Purifies a crystalline tear of life…

The Gods below look down on me

From obsidian thrones;

“Thy Stone must be transparent

And ablaze with light; thy Fate was sealed

When you stood by and watched the vile rapine

In the tone of your wife’s piercing screams!”

Once I was afraid of thee, but no more!

Now I’ve found the wish that calls for war:

Thus, to wield the blade and cut down those who seek

To keep me from making my escape!

My Rotting Lord keeps what remains of my soul;

He shall be my guide to realms above

Into such freedom or to Hell,

As he doth see fit… It matters not to me now –

My Stone is black with chthonic dark!

The pillars fall like dominos in His Majesty’s wake!

The floor erupts, and flames leap out

To upturn the thrones; bewildered Gods

Are running all around – the judgment hall

Consumed in chaos’ throes…