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From the Abyss of time before time

From strange Aeons, where even death dies

From the Abyss of time before time

From strange Aeons, where even death dies

A crowd of black eyes, hideusly sublime

Look at your little burning soul - ancient animal

Down in the nightmare of life, nightmare of existance

Nightmare of life, nightmare of existance

Rituals of Chaos arise from Neither - Neither

And reverberate deathlike silence

And reverberate with deathlike presence

Deathlike silence

Deathlike presence

Time to procreate

Time to desecrate

To consecrate

Powdered human bones

Through the Gates of Ishtar

In her torture rape-vaults

Through the Gates of Alakshmi

Into Orchards of Hanging Dead

Dance with the Demon

Invite the dagger in your head

And deepen your descend

Die in the dreams of dead

Die in the dreams of dead

Die in the dreams of dead

On the waves of the vomital matter

Procreate with yourself and multiply

Infectious revelation through degeneration

Is the key to Orgasmic Eternity

Pulsing in rapture

Only through such means

One can carry self

Away... away...

Over mythical cities

Of decadent dieties

And be again among the dead

From the Abyss of time before time

From strange Aeons, where even death dies

From the Abyss of time before time

From strange Aeons, where even death dies