"Listen to my choirs, to my voice beyond... Behold the scythe in my bleach and this: It is time to leave..."
In an beyond ethereal skies where no life and all light dies, I touch the darkness of demise to become enshrouded with the to rise...
I listen to the of my own existence, floating and in the infernal void, yet unborn, yet not a thought, already hiding the of a hallow grave. Stalking...
is no body, no flesh. No to comprehend, no to live again, just a glimpse of a thought in eyes. There can be no the black void you see is me. There can be nothing when I am the hatred in eyes.
Name me equal to and death, a spirit haunting the night, a spirit is a myth in itself and all demons that and will be...
I am an enigma in question, all flesh knows is useless to me, being a question you never answer: lies in the fires of hell?
In vortex we unite under a obsidian sky. Lay to me thy blood and all as sacrifice...
The force of my being is to any crafted by human 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 - Wisdom the flames! I am anguish - in thy veins! I am - The darkness in thy grave!
I am a relic, in a moment, when stars with stars. A million manifestation, an aural shape the night attracts.
I am like a from the moon, you sense but never see. I am the at your cremation and the flames of funeral pyre. eyes are portals to me, a given by the demon-ones. you remain, I enter and leave, able to end life any time.
O grim, hatred, through my existence. My vision of eternal darkness I behold through your eyes.
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The obsidian eternity and you meet again in the midnight skies. I will remain, to perish, the nightmare, the of your fears.
comes closer - Extinguish the candle. Let thy blood into the night. in blood's red, the constellation. Thy unites with the obsidian sky...