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Strange is the night where black stars rise

I see your soul in the edge of your eyes

Remove your mask and behold the king

In tatters of yellow, cry and sing

Daughters and sons of man observe

The disk and the loop and how it swirls

Rotting acolytes adorned with horns

In the stench of death I'll be reborn

Ritually murdered

after months of ogrish torture

Flesh-made statues

in this morbid shrine to my departure

Heralds of ascension,

soon the circle is completed

Empowered I shall rise above,

the universe defeated

Tribute to the infernal

Slaves in the realm hereafter

Tools of enlightenment -

Reverent decomposition

Suffer, bleed, asphyxiate,

torment and torture is your fate

Writhe in agonizing pain,

your dreadful death is my great gain