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Through lids of coffins, through astral seas

Spiralled and ossified death’s horns arise

A corpse clothed in linen as white as the bone beneath the skin

A remnant of one’s time usurped as given scattered by a gust of unearthly winds

Existence - molten faceless mass

Swarming with serpents and foul rats

Come to cleanse - a calling voice of glass

Falling like a light from elder times

Again, caught in a secret glance beyond where effulgence sways

Salvage the remains from this fate: to be convicted in shackles of veins

Await; the mortal will shall break

Open the gateways to depths

Rivers of vital fluids gush: I exhale my epitaph said:

Revert the living into death

One by one – closing in the aspects of life

The illusions once measured with time shall die

The ecstasy of death

The sensation of nothingness reigns

Come, take me – to what ever lies ahead after death

Can you hear the echo from the depths?

The master compiles the scattered

The master asks you of your flesh

The circle closes, receive death

Follow, children, into death…