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Mors Philosophorum - in ritual death well fulfill destiny

Our mortal confines are merely vessels spiriting us forth

Into Oblivion

This is the great knowing

This we embrace

Oblivion is our god

Creator and destroyer of all

Darkness shall be our final resting place

The death of the earth is the birth of the void which turns all to nothing

The laments of this world are as hymns to my kind

Stalk in Mist and Shadow

Mors Philosophorm - in ritual death we fulfill destiny

Corrosive waters cleanse us of our mortal dregs

Embracing our beginnings

We are born on the abyss

In the end, nothing existed