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"Follow me into the flames

Take leave of your eroding remains

And out from this bodily masquerade"

"Out from this cold

Staleness and warmth

...Into the void

Into the astral embrace

The end of your strains;

The shadowless plane awaits

"So come forth, my servant:

Let us hereby commence

The cleansing of the air!"

Meanwhile in its mold, the flesh lies still

Coldly waiting for its weight to descend in the deep

Yet further in the waste behind those eyes

The fragments seek, like moths seek flames

To immaterialize... and shatter away

In a requiem of pale voices

A funerary anointment for the deceased

A ceremony foregone within

To disband of earthly chains

Across thresholds black, in effulgent halos' glare

As an invitation back into the fleshless herd

Disguised in muted voices, in otherworldly prayers

The redeemer sounds the bell to sanctify the air

...Upon the death of form diffusing into the state of nonbeing

"Embrace me, o son of sacred spirit

Embrace me like a vial must embrace the weight of wine

And observe as we degenerate the altar

Set fire to the mercurial veils between all times

Thirsty and unfeeling, my coven lies

We shall strike down and lacerate with ever-hungry knives

Drink the blood of the heart, gouge out the eyes

And separate the limbs, for now thou must stand and rise

In death undying, to face and receive the divine"

In the cleansing of the air

Dissolution absolute

Exorcism of the shape

The carcass thriving

With the strangest of fruit

...Thus sounds the bell its solemn tone

As one embarks for home