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Among the twisted roots, in the humid ravines, where the grey moss grows... There I lurk

Excommunicated from the daylight I croon the songs of alienation

The devil hides among the branches watching my disgusting cramps

The symbols of occult dimensions are carved on the cracked stones' surface

Marked with the shimmering moonlight

I creep through the valley of graves

The cursed ones whisper my name

Their hands reach for my carrion flesh

Black wings on the horizon

Great pyre absorbing the space

I have crossed so many Styxes

I wish for the void to reign

Excommunicated from the light

I join the ranks of the servants of darkness

My obsession leads me into the corridors of void

Where time ends and where the walls are made of skulls

The gloomiest forest full of tombs – the allegory of my mind

The inner voices force me to cripple my sick essence

In the stinky mud, in the serpents' nest, here is my morbid cradle

Renouncing the world I ransack the reverse side

Looking for other inconceivable forms

Revelations through torture. Visions in the mist

My transparent skin is covered with pests

Marked with the shimmering moonlight

I creep through the valley of graves

The cursed ones whisper my name

Their hands reach for my carrion flesh

Black wings on the horizon

Great pyre absorbing the space

I have crossed so many Styxes

I wish for the void to reign