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Silent sleeps gently

In blissfull stagnation

Stack like a statue

Of bored devil

Under the glass dome of shining stars

Flickering of thousand sparks

You took my jewel, a gift from god

Born from storms and mists

A mark of suffers, night games

Mutilated by human blood

The abyss of our hearts, empty shadows

Following every step

Dried brown liquid

On glass blade

Memory is back

Carrying the ghost of revenge

Strying mind

In the shadows of awerness

I sink deeply

Glass brown blade

A bored devil awakened from lethargy

He blew the dead silence into oblivion

Anticross – my sacrum

Anticross – your profanum

In the dead church, the altar from bones

Tabernakulum is closed

My hidden jewel, black steal

Forged in hell

Delight of all colours, hungry lust

Hidden deep in background

Simbol of old thruts, wild witches

Burning the eternal fire

Dried brown liquid

On glass blade

Memory is back

Carrying the ghost of revenge

Strying mind

In the shadows of awerness

I sink deeply

Glass brown blade

Anticross – my sacrum

Anticross – your profanum