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Three minds as one

a triangle, a bloodsymbol

turn of thorughs

towards a deep hatred

an aberrant misanthropy.

With disdain I look them

with pleasure I hang them

Gloomed wails of pain

Obscurum per obscurius

The throne is mine

and at hand I got them

their weeps and souls

My voice is souverengty

in this morbid realm

among throughts of sickness

Depress the clemency shall be

entombed towards oblivion

the end is the will

and the will shall be divine

mightyness ascend up high

with thunders and fire in mouth

Obscurum per obscurius

The throne is mine

and at hand I got them

their weeps and souls

My voice is souverengty

in this morbid realm

among throughts of sickness

...it'll bleed the flesh and storm

with a supreme call of superb