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Where Divine Errors Find No Place

And Only Darkness Speaks

My Thoughts Wander Like a Wolf Pack

Weaving a Grim Symphony

Each Chord is a Scream of Scorn

Each Note is a Serpent’s Hiss

The Christian Creator has Walled his Gardens with Stone

Here, the Sacred Finds No Home

In a World where Each Step Leads to Inevitable Ruin

We Are but Shadows Flickering in Twilight

Silver No Longer Redeems the Crucifix

Not to be! Not to become!

I Utter in Prayers

Do Not Mourn Me in the Daylight

Is it Not in the Darkness of Night

That We Feel Our Insignificance and Grandeur Simultaneously?

In the Crucible of Hatred, My Curses

Each Sip of Poison Another Step Toward Your Throne

The Pentagram is My Cross

The Symbol of My Faith

Through Self-destruction, to Your Altar

Through Pain, to Your Majesty

The World Will Fall and be Reborn in Your Glory

The Pentagram is My Cross

The Symbol of My Faith

Satan, Your Poison in My Veins

Behold as the Light of the Demiurge Fades

Under the Wings of the Black Angel

Great Mysteries Arise