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Cleansed in the fires of Death’s currents

as candles, ablaze, in ecstatic contempt

immorality of the flesh

bound forever to crave mortal chains.

Splendor of the sin, radiates from depths unknown,

Laws of the abyss, plead forever to break the chains.

Floating between the worlds beyond,

devoted to embrace dilemmas.

As innermost stigmata,

we speak through wounds of a thousand deaths

enwreathed with thorns,

as nails to harvest.

Vibrant voice of anomia

echoes within, resplendent!

Breathe the essence of damnation,

deified torments of the blessed.

Curse man's creation

immolate to the false and the weak.

Cleansed in fires of the past,

hear me, chain me, forgive me.

I gaze into the Abyss becoming the sharpest of all the spears.