Pray with the creeping chaos
Denying the holy cross
Instantaneous demon is
Panic invades the safety images of fear
Hatred in all of
A holy army arrived under the sacred crosses and tears
In the beginnnig the earth was shapeless desert and darkness
My black soul, slowly bleeds, fragrant sweet, slowly drowns
I scream
Coming from that circle reflecting new light
With his sinister mind
Enclosed into my cage to satisfy emotions
Many times had passed
Dark sky began growing pale
From above counting the victims
Mass immolation
Faces! - of death - closed souls appear
Brain's falling' -
Rebirth of the "magick"
In macrocosmical reign
Archetype of the circle
Vibration
Violence has its price and I'll pay 'til you die
In
Listen, how you who reside beyind space and time
Endless realm,
An archaic atmosphere surrounds me like flaming snakes in Lilith's
Art form of the butchers, forgotten tales of death
Flashback of
Holding child in the lap of death
No feeling the touch
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