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Night after night, I am shredding my soul

I witness its decline, yet I’m craving for more

Wound after wound, I carve out my fall

Rage in my eyes, reclaiming my form

Pondering death on my dark throne

Breaking the mirrors, cursing the world

Darkest creations, desires forlorn

Depths of Gehenna — I'm ready to go

Son of aversion, of twilight and storm

Follower of moonlight, of shadows so torn

A wanderer of death, where sorrow is born

Fading to black — remember my words

I wander through dark lands, a walker of desolate paths

A rider of the night sky, dashing with lust

Wielder of dreadful finds, explorer of darkest arts

Through the depths and the heights, to the crossroads of death and life

Orchards of madness — I welcome their fruits

Ruins of temples of grievance and doom

Dark angels' weapons anointing my wounds

I'm falling, I'm sinking — I'm reaching my roots

Bleeding cold blood in solitude

Agony wrapped in winter’s dark suit

Harbinger of pain, of coldness and gloom

Accept the fate born in death’s silent womb

Adore the moonlight

Preach to the twilight

Reach for the end’s blight

Pray for death’s scythe

I invoke the scourge of limbo

Dead angels’ nest

Refuge of pest

I am blessed with this curse

To the paths unknown

Where dead roots grow

Reach for the end’s blight

And pray for death’s scythe to come