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A furious dance of nails,

the path of thousand torments.

An epitome of death

as triumphant victory.

More obsolete than time itself

purely fueled, purely felt.

Gushing from the open wounds

like a lifefeasting cancer.

Lit the pyres of nihility,

the ideals of those hollow vows

oh, they burn so vividly!

As dream of hellfire,

as throne of wounds.

ARISE!

Carved in stone and etched in flesh,

Odious Art of Nothingness.

A doctrine in distress,

Odious Art of Nothingness.