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I who resides within this mortal shell,

Call upon the 11, the gatekeepers of hell.

I invoke thee with bliss, with offerings of my being,

So I may surpass from this cosmic dream.

I gaze into the fire, and further to my mind,

Communing with those of the nightside.

I feel their force within, as I raise my unholy knife,

And tear open my fragile flesh and transcend from this life.

I feel euphoria as I excel from this atmosphere, drawn towards eternal void, free from eternal turmoil.

I break the cycle of the prison of life and death and my soul, detached and liberated, becomes oblivion.

Drifting, through void,

I, oblivion.

I become nothing, I feel all,

I surge above, and eternally fall.

I exist beyond, my conscious returned,

To primal chaos as the material cage is burned.

I've reached beyond to the nightside,

One with the essence of chaos.

My fire-born spirit spirals through eternal creation,

I gain infinite wisdom, I become infinite mind.

I am all with knowledge, creation and time,

Eternally free from the artificer tyrant's crime.

I relinquish lucidity,

And embrace infinite nihility.

Oh I am one with the nightside,

One with the essence of chaos.

My fire-born spirit resides in eternal creation,

I am infinite wisdom, and I am now infinite mind.

I feel euphoria as I excel from this atmosphere, drawn towards eternal void, free from eternal turmoil.

I break the cycle of the prison of life and death and my soul, detached and liberated, becomes oblivion.

Drifting, through void,

I, oblivion.

I become nothing, I feel all,

I surge above, and eternally fall.

I exist beyond, my conscious returned,

To primal chaos as the material cage is burned.