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Distortion of senses, extermination

When sequences result in cries

And you witness the splendor of self-immolation

Worship what you cannot deny

Gasping sounds

In expectation of doom

Slaughtered inside

Caught in a vortex of decay

Whispering tongues, like an execration

Separating spirits from flesh

Caller of storms, the past is burning

Quench it in the sea of demise

Killings to the sound of pestilence

Dancing in the ruins of ignorance

Slaughtered be thy soul, oh holy one

While we're drowning in ecstasy

Condemned, unjust, playing grave games in courtyards

While consummed by a toxic devotion

Nihilistic urges sharpen razors and senses

In madness our will shall be done

And they will gasp

While celebrating their doom

Fully entwined

By the vortex of dismay

Gaze in awe into the face of delusion

See its eyes through the back of your head

And then witness the splendor of self-mutilation

Worship what you cannot deny

Do not deny, and worship on the altar

Do not deny, and bath in the blood that was spilled