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In vastness I carve my Will

To drown this world in dementia

And paint him with colors most queer

The ingredients of a New World Order supreme

To behold the aeons still

The stream of all pains and sorrows

Against I march, to light this path!

The cosmic road where jesters and slaves proudly crawl

Behold the mortal stench

The slashed tone of woe when surpassed

Lies a great Ordeal for minds inspired and for wings sufficient to rise

With desolate yet serene Might

To march upon thousands of corpses

In bestial pride, the herald of lies

The most torturing of pains now spread in my path to delight!

The inversed paths of mundane moments

With countless footsteps upon

This path I carve for forlorn souls to adore

In my greatest dusks, I weaveth forth my Thrones

For an age unspoiled in time forgotten in tombs of inertia

In its solemn shrine, their conquest staineth vile

As I drift in their slumber

Most clear are their dreams of demise

Behold the mortal sins

Blank is their void, their nothingness!

When immense is our endless Dream

The blossomed, the passionate, the enlightened and invincible Might

As miracle before profane eyes

And as prayer stammered in empty mouths

To mold the feeble fates

To pull the strings as messiah, as conqueror, as God!

Crowned in pains the race of sacrilege

Crowned in lies, your kings so mortal

Dead futures scorned in pestilence

A diary of million deaths and rebirths

Where crucified martyr fools stood

The battle for an undying Self…

...upon the mountain of dead selves

Riding above the stones of devotion

Spinning the wheels of emissary

Across your circular oblivion

One last thing remember

Who fired your sacred holocausts

As once, so were we demons below

Reflecting what lies in their inner tomb they adore

So now Gods to our eternal Thrones

Unlock the doors of my begotten memories

Unveil the cave where this God lies

Sing for my inner, celestial serenades

Behold my insights, indulging on your demise

Wielding the strings above and beyond

I RISE!