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Growing mass of cowardice

Worms on a pile of dung

Feed the drought of your spirit

Lifting your idols high

Rise the symbols of decrepitud

Collective unconsciousness

Lacerate your sinful flesh

Ritual fervent devotion

Grey dim emotions

In abhorrent soiled beliefs

A trampled Crown upon his throne

Mortified flesh nailed to the cross

Sneering down my triumphant face

The bitter glance in your eyes

In victorious grin I rise my heretic pride

Grasp the untamed serpent sink into this distorted realm

Towards the depths of my black eternal Empire

Liturgical paths to spiritual ruin

Litanies from morbid souls, tormented to the core

A mushroom cloud in the distance

Marks the end of your existence

Sepulchral Doom is coming

And silence will crown the earth

The relief to my languid soul

Your eyelide slides to seal your existence

The shadow of a pale reflection

Fades in silent darkness

The breath will go away from tired flesh

Darkness...

Lifeless, stiff, cold, invasive reek of death

Soiled spirits swating in ropes woven with their entrail

A trance through repulsive art

Engulfed in mist, resanguination smell