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Mad, indeed it's mad

the laughter that fills the blackness of night

The sun is still in her silent sleep

and her wake is yet nowhere near

As if lunacy itself has poisoned the senses

we rejoice in the lifeless stillness

As if intoxicated by sheer madness

we drink with joy from the waters of perdition

As one with graves and exhumed limbs

and urine baptized cadavers

beneath a waxing moon

Grant us the one great reason

the radical incentive

the one redeeming experience

to take the self far away

from all we are

from all we were

and all we were meant to be

Able to see once the eyes are shut

to hear beyond distorted hinders

Untwisted light and unbroken voices

beckon to join the hand of the dead

Lead us to leave the chains of the world

Intoxication, hellish laughter

and visions in the fire

in this night of possession

that will change the lands

the skies, the stars, the son and moon alike

When we go, we will go in fire!

The month of death once again exhaled

thick black smoke once more present

Reaching out to every nook

breeding death in every cranny

Where once was white pure light

there are none left to find

Eschaton!

Let my words be the fire

and my will the guiding star

Eschaton!

Let the earth burn to cinders

and the stars as tears from heaven fall

Steadily waking from a dream

meant to last a lifetime