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Formless evil

haunting the night

as we slaves of the horned one

to his black eternity

visualize a veil of

blasphemy

From the bottomless pit

to the nocturnal skies above

the whispering voice of death

forces to follow

the black stream of eternity

Overwhelmed

by the world beyond

view colors never seen

drowning in a shape

of the one with the horns

drawn with your ownest blood

The vision strong and pure

eradicates the pain

open the door to the inside

the abyss deep within the skin

as my blood drips to the floor

become a god of negativity

Existence you bound to by life

deny and obey

bound to the sign of the pentagramm

its the circle is the only order

its elements give a form

to shapeless

death comes to pass

born again in satan's embrace