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You fail, you fall

Oh this is the sign of your lord

Crawl...as we disappear

Hear the pursuers, mark the silences

What do we want? A taste of psychosis...

Hear the stalkers, the lovers

Hear the murderers, the takers

What do you want but death?

Nail your hopes to the crucified

Oh we erect crosses too

We are the wolves of fate

We obey the architects of time

Be something worth loving, reaving

Be something worth killing, blessing

Be something worth viciously raping

You fail, you fail

Burn before the sign of your lord

We spread the future out of dreams

Oh in the configuration of fears

Holy tribes of the final stigmata

Will over wounds, we disappear inside of you

Oh, feel it enter me, we are the destroyers

Like a furious carnality across worlds, a last

crawling

There must be a wine, a chaos, a yelling

There must be transcendence, disembowelment

It becomes lucent now in the sun of a betrayal

There must be blood spilling

There must be pleasure in lust and tearing

a curse another darkling sign,

crawl as we disappear

We are the future

We disappear inside of you