* like blood my tears flow, sorrow engulfing me  a being that is lost, in ways of arcane lore  love that i knew, now rots in perverted  form, that i fed with life, now i'm just...    restlesss soul doomed to a solless rest the  pain of being dead, infernal paradise  charring my swollen eyes  the lake of blood boisl dry, ascending rusty  steam  excruciating dream...  .... am i free?    chant of the ancient ones:  "thy darkened ways incised our grace  we'll bleed you dry!  writhe in dismay, eternal stay  now cease to be!"    lament of the dead:  "thoo were thy own god, now but a dog...  remain and rot!  our paternal love, a velvet glove  condemsthee now!"    * a swarm of dead souls, dissect my impure shell  as i bewail, they flay, all skin from my  corpse, that is dead, in rest, yet i feel  grief, for the loss, of my old carnal home    torn in half, cpmsi,ed bu ,monmdness fools  a feast on my cold flesh, fragmented putrid mess  swallowed till last abscess  the swarm now vanishes, vortex of gods appear  swiftly it's drawing near  now i fear!    the scars of old - dissolve, with me  as i, submit - cease, to be.  lead: [mikko]