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Time is stabbing, the fading hour

the flows of life, is killing me.

Empty celestial voids, filled with the spectre of disillusion.

Obliteration of life itself

Necessity, solving the meaning of infinity.

Demiurgo of the soul

Twisted tongues, like worms

Exciting perverse games

Mixed with sperm and blood.

"Now feel death, not just mocking you...Not just stalking you, but inside of you! Wriggle and writhe, feel smaller beneath my might. Seazure in the pestilence that is my scythe. Die all of you!

Demiurgo of the soul

Twisted tongues, like worms

Exciting perverse games

Mixed with sperm and blood.

The horrors, in the heart of the night

They will show you

Sickness and depravity

Come with me (come with me)

Take my hands and you will see

The plains of non existence...