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I am tormented black soul

And a disciple of his morbid will

Bound by the cavernous darkness

With every cell of my soul

Through the pain world shows it's own faces

Those who watch upon the end of all life

Through the death only real remains

And the true life appears in his dead words

If you seek keys for the

Black gates of his monument

Watch towards the abyss

Through the depths of mind

So many diamonds rests in the darkness

So much of unfold beauty in the twilight

Oh, how amiable is the agony

As the pearly gates are open

And my thoughts reach his monument

Which gates is in the inmost of self

Gloria In Profundis Satani

In Profundis Satani Gloria