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When the last god was dying

Being his death agony rending the illusion of creation on shreds

Abandoned, lonely....

His wounds were bleeding by mercy to man

Through the veil of bloody tears there is only desperation

He was looking ... defeated, feeble

Rising black sun was shine on the agony

The dying illusion of the world created by the Demiurge

Triumph of madness broke all the tablets

Released the eternal chthonic mights

That were imprisoned outside the cosmic gates

The pillars of the old faith are overthrown

The cycle is broken. Restitution doesn't exist.

The Rebel Spirit had broken the chains.

So...

Triumph of the Beast and the Whore of Babylon on his back

Reveling blood of the saints proclaiming the new cult of beauty, strength and life

Sheep on the slaughter again

Falcon clawed the face and pecked his eyes

Skin hangs loose from his bones...

Flesh is devoured by curling black mass of worms

Flowing down the cross blood is rotting on the sun....

All of this is named Faith....

Those who are worshiping to the holy corps are prostrated.

Despicable creatures that rebelled against the life,

Were Poisoning life itself by its existence.....

Your soul is empty. You have never been alive...

Look prayer - this is the symbol of passing Aeon

To be free and godless - is a new Virtue...