Violent whipping Hatefully ripping -SADO-GOD! Hurt yourself, ride the snake Sexually insane, go fuck yourself FUCK YOURSELF! Crash into the other
Rewind this cosmic sphere into its origin, Chaos. Demons where masters there and we shall be like them.. Like them - OVERWHELMING! Like them - INTELLIGENT
Before my altar, the phallus God never had our fallen angel, supposed dead? Mankind so pitiful, still on our knees in this world of angels, Satan's
Bound by the flesh Restricted by the mortals Merged in my heart This fate is sealed We did not come to heal Your endless self deceit Misery and your companion
I'll go between as if to sever me to carve a bit of my personality Rejected, confused it divides it lingers on, a Satan's device In disgust a grinning
[Pretext: In the torn flesh, an abstract emerge... releasing its vile stench to make itself known. A reminder of the outside, a human stench. A religious
[In remembrance of H.P Lovecraft 1890-1937] Engaged in dreams. But the vision is more then it seems. Beyond this waste, lies warm gardens that shines
Rex - Spiritus - Dominus. Through the garden of knives he travels, Graa the spirit Through the garden of bones he travels, Impamiiz the demon king Through
Fire demon, I call on you Earth demon, nocturnal god. Ineo templi, temple of flesh I submerge into your womb oh serpi demon I envy in a sphere of transparent
I choke on words I can't express this nothingness The one from within carves My soul eaten from inside My speech is numb They seem to hear me Still words
[Pretext: The codeine kicks in. I can't keep awake. Charon, here are two coins to carry me across. I sacrifice dirty blood and swallow the spirit of
["Expelled, but never again in this body I will hold", was his words as he breathed on my lump of a soul. From the plains of anger he has come, still
[Pretext: Again, silence. Forsaken. Outside the window the world remains the same. A mouth - fucked race. Fear - fed parasites. You despise a fool. Still
[Pretext: I dissent... Our goals are different. The journey not the same, I'll close you down. Dead. Digressing... yet another recognition. Floating
[Pretext: It feels like the air is getting thicker by the minute. This room suffocates me, abstruse and strange but nothing less then reality? Recognition
Plague mass! Over the horizon is spreads From the threshold of darkness A mass of crawling chaos Awaiting to engulf this realm Cosmic tentacles of pure