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Profane souls are falling in the despoilment of this terrestrial plane.

They cohabit with his imperial pain

Why? What are my eyes seeking for?

What is it that breaks inside my belly?

Serpents that covers my veins and transmit his mortal venom.

The men is wolf for himself, my demon it's me

I'm the assassin of my soul

The archenemy, it's me

Archenemy of the real, in the astral

I'm the creation of destruction

Destruction is now my essence

The archenemy, it's me

Archenemy of the real, in the astral

The following of what

I am is this veil and the abduction of my soul

What will be granted because of Seduction

that you gave to me, lord of the utopia?

Centuries of existence

And I'm back again until I can reach the divine link

My demon, it's me

I'm the assassin of my soul

The archenemy it's me

You're obsolete, creation.