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Ridden hunt in a orichalcum vessel; ethereal breath and fumes of fear
Ravening eye, reaping sear; searing rage unearthly dream
Quenched in excrement and reeking plagues
A mouthful of vermin never swallowed; volatile radiance, volatile sear
Oracles vomiting curses from the blackest mouth
Spill the blood, inhaling cinder; black winds in a nightmarish horizon
Fevered plague, soul-aches and torments from beyond
Ever streaming flow of poisoned blood; black corsair with fiery eyes
Glorification of the universal conquest.
Tree of life, garden of science, burning
Submit to the unreason, soak your soul in vomits of eld
Hurl your destiny towards the abyss, (for) there is no salvation
Age of the uncreation, where thou confess thy cainian will
Head of cauldron, eyes of crimson, veins of Styx
Fumes of oblivion nourish; seeds of raided Eden blooming
Fevered dreams held tight in the hands of destiny
Thunder thrown forth in the tongues of centuries
Tie your dreams as the knots of destiny held forth
Strings of the ridden march never-ending streams of hell
Stygian raging current, seemed like a static torrent
Elegies of the end, and the suffering to carry on with
The stones that make the river sound, the bones that replicate this song
Chant for the fallen, martial march, December nights
Zenith brilliance, radiant black-holes; encased in a capsule of time
Searing pupil, searing eye; searing storm of the midnight.
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