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We'll come to thee through the gaping mouths of the saints

We'll come to thee through their faded breaths

From the ashes of heavens grace dark preacher

Emerge!

From the the ashes of angel graves he'll arise

Release the path to tread veil me with his horned skin

Release the paths of old from beyond the unrecognized realms

Soulchurning anger like burning stairs to caues of darkest highs...

Sharpen this wrath

A chant for violent lord

We'll come to thee through the gaping wounds of mourners

We'll come through thee and in their faded breaths whirl the sands of his confessions

And nothing is but craving fear burning under their feet

In your face the rebirth of unforgiving Death

And in your flesh the pain cultiuate...