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* Like blood my tears flow, sorrow engulfing me

A being that is lost, in ways of arcane lore

Love that I knew, now rots in perverted form

That i fed with life, now I'm just...

Restless soul doomed to a souless rest the

Pain of being dead, infernal paradise

Charring my swollen eyes The lake of blood boils dry

Ascending rusty stream, Excruciating dream...

... Am i free?

Chant of The Ancient Ones:

"Thy Darkened ways incised our grace

We'll bleed you dry!

Writhe in dismay, eternal stay

Now cease to be!"

Lament Of The Dead:

"Thou were Thy own god, now but a dog...

Remain and rot!

Our parental love, a velvet glove

Condemns thee now!"

* A swarm of dead souls, dissect my impure shell

As I bewail, they flay, all skin from my Corpse

That is dead, in rest, yet i feel grief,

For the loss, of my old carnal home

Torn in half,crucified, madness fools

A feast of my cold flesh, fragmented putrid mess

Swallowed till last abscess

The swarm now vanishes, vortex of gods appear

Swiftly it's drawing near

Now I fear!

The scars of old - dissolve, with me

As I, submit, cease, to be

Lead: (Mikko)