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Gate to kingdom of darkness

Burning way will christen your foot

Wait, your Master is coming

Beaut of Magic, temple of moon

He has no shape

Candles and shadow

He is eyes of smnabulist

He is rotting wound

Creator!

Bony fingers are crawling under your skin

Your hands - wormy, gnawed bits

Your face - concentration of abscesses

Your soul like pearl in shit

Infant is crying, infant knows

Window to freedom in his head

Will heal

Soul will sleep till death

Creator!