Forsaken by hands under the pentagram
Gathered by the Worshippers, sacred symbol bleeds
It is praying to the void truth
The tunes echoes the song for my death
Ripping me the armor, my mirror mask
I've been listening the unnatural musick
Seeing myself into the red eyes
Among the goat beards
From the sacrificial rite
From the perfect flute
From the water of Styge
From the Omega Vagina
From the entropic Alpha
From the nameless one
From the bless of Moon
From Eternal Silence
From the Omega Vagina, the Death's chalice
Sucking the menstrual fluids, burning in pleasure
Spitting the darkened ghosts inside me against life's veil
Buried voices claim the bestial Sun and its returns
Pictures in time, dusts on the hands of the Omega Chalice
The highest moral's color drains the enchantress song to the endless light
Darkness always prevails over light, the intruder through the aeons
From the mystified graveyards
The sleepers has chosen, their eyes will not see
Riding iron horses, the anti-human paladins spread bones
And blood upon the altar of emptiness
Claiming a negative storm for blackened souls to bath themselves in entropy
The last musick played by hands under the shadows of pentagram
Dead Trees embracing my body, frozen blood in my veins
Chosen between the serpents, I am
Singing the obscure notes in the eternal night
Drowned in transcendental symbols
Borned from the poisoned soil, my teeth spread the acid Monochord
The winds of Oblivion
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