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Impetus! Divine! Flammæ!

Netśrac of the maze! Gather!

Gather, children of Tiu!

this is how to philosophize with the sickle

and see the last Sun ray

penetrating the ialine quartz

till a final paradigm of enrapturing vertigo

right before each liminal wonders

becomes evident to the witch...

The inner wraith speaks:

"Pelle come pergamena, rasoi dell'amanuense, più si dilata il tempo e più si dissolve il travestimento!"

Feral venom in me, cruelly activated

throughout the in-between

again, I am crying at my dearest Moon

circling the unknown... Dancing to witness their materialisation.

Mars and Saturn behind the third pyramid

the silver horse brought me to the Star Gate, there I could clearly see and hear the emissary, speaking through my rib cage

engulfed in bright light

talking of future's wonders

flourishing out of the dearest dens

in carnal bliss, MI CILTH! IO SONO NAOS!

coming back not to bring joy but secrets

l'età del Martello è giunta!

išveita, θesan, tinscvil, Aiser!

Ati Cel!