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Feel the tortuous waves of the ocean in movement,

It bleeds from all the pores of the world.

In the cradle as in the grave,

In the sleep of reason that breeds monsters.

Assassin's streams which no thing can hold.

By reverberation on its waters,

The eye of the night spread its glance through me.

Its tears like torrents of deep black falling from below.

Surrounding me like the jaws of a raging eternity.

Feel the tongue blacken your soul.

The seas of not-knowing, absorbing the dying sun.

"There is in the sun's grave, ophidians of blood and night

Whose tails are lost in never.

Highest crown thrones beyond all sight.

There is in the eyes of the first born, death, death, death!