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blood and bones upon the altar

the rite is done the sky is turning black and boiling

pestilent wings takes the shores

flames of illness fed with flesh and vomit

and you'll feel the presence disguised as fire

it is death itself crawling back to light in silence

oh splendorous light

the gates of millenia

depths - oh glorious black horizon

sovereign - a voice that speaks through chaos

pestilent wings - to breathe the air of poison and flames

rejoice!

the sky is black, the harvest rots, the abyss spoke in tongues

bathed in tar

to transfigure my skin baptized in slime

swallowed

devoured by the flames mouth

rebirth

awaken in these worlds below