"Listen to my choirs, listen to my beyond... Behold the in my bleach hands and this: It is time to leave..."
In an imperium beyond ethereal where no dwells and all light dies, I the darkness of cold demise to enshrouded with the night to rise...
I listen to the of my own existence, floating and writhing in the void, yet unborn, yet not a thought, hiding the mask of a hallow grave. Stalking...
is no body, no flesh. No to comprehend, no shell to again, just a glimpse of a in your eyes. can be no compassion when the black you see is me. There can be nothing when I am the in your eyes.
Name me to birth and death, a spirit haunting the night, a spirit that is a in itself and all that were and will be...
I am an enigma in question, all what flesh is useless to me, a question you will never answer: What lies in the fires of
In funereal we unite under a obsidian sky. Lay to me thy woeful and all as sacrifice...
The of my being is impervious to any weapon crafted by hands, I am everywhere and the is my mother, and I am the true of evil.
I am anguish - of all hate! I am eternity - through the flames! I am - Released in thy veins! I am - The darkness in thy grave!
I am a relic, in a moment, when stars with stars. A deaths' manifestation, an shape that the night attracts.
I am a beam from the moon, you sense but never see. I am the at your cremation and the flames of funeral pyre. Your are portals to me, a given by the demon-ones. Helpless you remain, I and leave, able to end your any time.
O grim, hatred, raging my existence. My vision of eternal darkness I behold through dormant eyes.
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The eternity and anguish you meet again in the midnight skies. I will remain, to perish, the nightmare, the essence of fears.
Unlight comes closer - the candle. Let thy blood flow the night. in blood's red, the constellation. Thy unites with the obsidian sky...