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Sleep ye unborn

The candles limbs make

Shall burn in the shadows

Until the eye of dawn will break

And the unholy brew I extract from pieces of you

Lay boiling in silence embodying cold views

The dark side of existence soars through my sinews

Marked with your ink so thick and morbid rouge

Hallowed and torn by the pains of divine

The magical fire, it's the place, the time to die

So sleep while father feasts upon your mind

Flesh from the bone

The doctrine of soul

The harsh vitriol of our time unfolds

Sleep yet only to wake

Awaken the pains of undeath

Soul-strings so many lie strung out and repressed

Like Faust with fool Mephisto

Lay trapped inside his chest

Only for those who linger in death's dew

Distorted light bid welcome to my hue

What spawns of hellfire darkness will retain

In this magickal theater only for the insane

Minds join in madness, succumbed to this play

Death at every inhale, my nightmares your fiery plains

So sleep while I gallop on through your brain

Flesh from the bone...

And so the cauldron of souls

Shall stir with the echoes of the unborn

My thoughts are sealed

In hegemony at peace

In knowledge to bleed

The dreams of the deceased

Within you are mine

In rapture-like violence

We feast upon the agony of the ever-dying