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My shape deified in abnormalities unbearable for all senses, my will made manifest, all within erebus sun-blotting silence
This i give as fodder for the one secret son of belial, the life-blood of adam s kin coursing through, yet boiling from pleromal fire
That the matrix of sepulchral transformation, that quiver the gravemount on this eve
With my soul s mercurial seed, i seize my self-made self
Shall even he fall lifeless down, hidden in the grave-earth s occultation The, and only but for tthe shadow s black dog to uncover
to fall into the depths of the spectral oracle
Yet boiling from pleromal fire, this i give as fodder for the one secret son of belial, to saturate the damp dungeon beneath
All within erebus sun-blotting silence, he who pass the archon s perilous gates, yet boiling from pleromal fire
That quiver the gravemount on this eve, that quiver the gravemount on this eve
To the gloom of the holy murderer s noose, i seize my self-made self
Where the thorn-blessed flock of shemyaza led me, the phantasmal trenches made clay Grave-Earth's, shall even he fall lifeless down
and my recalled atavistic awakening
This i give as fodder for the one secret son of belial, with my soul s mercurial seed, at the crossroads of interstellar pathways
The life-blood of adam s kin coursing through, this i give as fodder for the one secret son of belial
That the matrix of sepulchral transformation, all within erebus sun-blotting silence
To saturate the damp dungeon beneath, and only but for tthe shadow s black dog to uncover, as i reach out to steal the fire of divine destiny
my shape deified in abnormalities unbearable for all senses
Where the thorn-blessed flock of shemyaza led me, the life-blood of adam s kin coursing through The, to hang in led-black secrecy
My shape deified in abnormalities unbearable for all senses, as i reach out to steal the fire of divine destiny
the marrow of my dreams shed at the ninth bell s strike
Listen ye unto the untamable tempest, yet boiling from pleromal fire, the phantasmal trenches made clay
This i give as fodder for the one secret son of belial, the marrow of my dreams shed at the ninth bell s strike
the mark of lawless passion
the life-blood of adam s kin coursing through
and pluck the twisted sigils of hel s rat-torn arcana
Where the thorn-blessed flock of shemyaza led me, hidden in the grave-earth s occultation
My will made manifest, to fall into the depths of the spectral oracle The, the mysterium exhumed at the dismal shriek of death s untimely exclamation
To hang in led-black secrecy, the phantasmal trenches made clay
I seize my self-made self, may give birth to unnature s malformed godchild Son, the mark of lawless passion
and pluck the twisted sigils of hel s rat-torn arcana
and from this inverted elevation bless the blackest soil
To hang in led-black secrecy, to saturate the damp dungeon beneath, the phantasmal trenches made clay
My shape deified in abnormalities unbearable for all senses, that the matrix of sepulchral transformation
May give birth to unnature s malformed godchild, to saturate the damp dungeon beneath
where the thorn-blessed flock of shemyaza led me