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My body is my soul’s curtain

It’ll descent when I die. When I die…

My inside- world is like a poem of my senses

It ends when I die. When I die…

So die! Let the demons nail your wrists and ankles

They can make your gravestone glow like you were a saint or a martyr

To them your soul is a reason to spit on your dead body

They will give your rotten flesh to the god’s of Satan’s empire

The first thing I ever read were the names on the gravestones

An empty swing was swinging. The invisible creature was speaking. It was the Devil

As a child I was playing with the spirits, laughing at the death

The articles were moving without my touch. It was the Devil

Die! 666 beast are guarding the gates of the Underworld

Die! Come to the death, we are waiting for you to come.

Die! In hell will the black sun shine and warm you like fire

Die! The darkness is the last reality. There will be no light

The death surrounds us in the middle of the life

Believe in your body, soul and spirit

All trinity is perfect

Media vita in morte sumus

Corpus, anima, spiritus

Omne trium perfectum