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In the end, a new era beckons
Settling the foundation of an infernal
dimension of wrath
A revelation strikes with new awareness
upon the masses
Veil of darkness unravel, a horrific sphere unfolds

An altering of the senses - to discover
What is behing light, beyond celestial slavery
Entangles the mind in dark waves, fiery & monotonous
Deep is the well of dark mystery

The enlightenment of madness presents itself
On the soil above a lower world
In everlasting ebony shades of the damned
Choirs of madness chant in agonny, as blood
flows furiously (through my veins)

Blurred visions – through a smoke-filled sky
With fists clenched, I gaze on through the ugly
The only right path

The surge of deconstruction casts light aside
The summoning at last
Deceiver – pioneer of this insight
Consume what is of joy

Consume what is of joy!

And enless rage until we dance on the
hypocrites’ grave
step on the crucifix
Ans speak the tongue of blasphemy

The shivery
Crawling, freezing through the innards & up the spine
The separating of this shell of flesh
& a dark spirituality
Do I believe?
It believes in me
In the end, a new era beckons    Settling the foundation of an infernal    dimension of wrath    A revelation strikes with new awareness    upon the masses    Veil of darkness unravel, a horrific sphere unfolds       An altering of the senses - to discover    What is behing light, beyond celestial slavery    Entangles the mind in dark waves, fiery & monotonous    Deep is the well of dark mystery       The enlightenment of madness presents itself    On the soil above a lower world    In everlasting ebony shades of the damned    Choirs of madness chant in agonny, as blood    flows furiously (through my veins)       Blurred visions – through a smoke-filled sky    With fists clenched, I gaze on through the ugly    The only right path       The surge of deconstruction casts light aside    The summoning at last    Deceiver – pioneer of this insight    Consume what is of joy       Consume what is of joy!       And enless rage until we dance on the    hypocrites’ grave    step on the crucifix    Ans speak the tongue of blasphemy       The shivery    Crawling, freezing through the innards & up the spine    The separating of this shell of flesh    & a dark spirituality    Do I believe?    It believes in me