Illness and plagues, torture and blight
Is what she brings
Mocking holy
As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other
Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and
Uren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke
Uten hemning i ukjent ekstase
Ei
Glinsende månelys ovenfor driver
Frostlagte stier viser vei
Svarte sjeler far
Stig opp på min trone av bleke lik
Fall på
In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity
With honour bear
A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
The brush
Stanken fra den uranskalige vei
Hvor forkynnelse og falsk forhåpning er
A mental inner vortex
As possessions through a wolf's eye
Envisioning the
Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine purefaction
Man and his faithful ethics
Intoxicated by the fruits of the
Kom unge bror
Skjenk oss din rene ungdom
Legg ditt liv i
Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in, child; take
Are you born from the abyss
And have you sought
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