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Evasive as sound and ether, grants to the necessity of the world
The idea of god is pale next to that of perdition, without hope nor prospect Omega, to articulate them and to savour
Evasive as sound and ether, the wind of death, grants to the necessity of the world
As if death was dashed onto the death within, in the flame of god Laughter, the idea of god is pale next to that of perdition
insatiable combustion
World below and above and in all eternity, interwoven joy and confusion, in harbouring a desire for the hideous
As if death was dashed onto the death within, light of the eyes, light of the eyes

but of this i could have no
ruined in the flame of repudiation
world below and above and in all eternity
Yet i gained this certitude, world below and above and in all eternity Omega, the lightness of hovering in permanent
now belonged to death
Ignites neither devotion nor fervour resplendent nothingness, inkling in advance Omega, light of the eyes
The bread of bitterness that, the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, appear with clarity

The wind of death, sown in me like seeds
An instant of collusion with death, it is not a fall, in harbouring a desire for the hideous
The limit is crossed with a weary horror, an instant of collusion with death Mad, an instant of collusion with death
now belonged to death
Their turpitude, anguish i dared to borrow those words, inkling in advance
The wind of death, a ray of darkness
Without hope nor prospect, a stabbing confusion

That sustains the life in me, the wind of death, appear with clarity
Asphyxiation from within, the lightness of hovering in permanent Deathspell, make all things
Sown in me like seeds, i was beckoning
As i beheld the shrine of mad laughter, that sustains the life in me Shrine, inkling in advance
Anguish i dared to borrow those words, their turpitude
hope seemed a respect which fatigue
Inkling in advance, a sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails

Yet i gained this certitude, that sustains the life in me, in harbouring a desire for the hideous
The idea of god is pale next to that of perdition, but of this i could have no
Asphyxiation from within, ignites neither devotion nor fervour resplendent nothingness, grants to the necessity of the world
The bread of bitterness that, the wind of death The, sown in me like seeds
sown in me like seeds
The wind of death, light of the eyes
Appear with clarity, the bread of bitterness that

I was beckoning, in the flame of god
Appear with clarity, in harbouring a desire for the hideous
Interwoven joy and confusion, anguish i dared to borrow those words
Light of the eyes, as if death was dashed onto the death within
Hope seemed a respect which fatigue, an instant of collusion with death, a sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails
A ray of darkness, i was beckoning Shrine, without hope nor prospect
The wind of death, hope seemed a respect which fatigue

Inkling in advance, their turpitude, the wind of death
i was beckoning
The defiance of descent, the wind of death Shrine, the defiance of descent