I stand at the floor of malice
I hold the scepter of madness
Yet I am forced to live as them
To endure their pathetic laws
At day I lurk beside them
To guard myself so near them
Whom may be mislead by false tongues
I have swept your weak sorcery
Against yourself
Your guardian is no more
Visualize the end
Submit before the low ones
Bow to death
And all miseries unto thee
Feel the fall
Into agonies of life
I shall vomit black holes
Above the every soil
Revealed, coming forth
Let them in
I crush their weak wall
As channeling thoth
Anima clostra
Lure like gods
Bring forth plague
Anima clostra
Lure down man
Into the void
Anima clostra
Shattered tree
World unincarnate
I have consumed the drink of knowledge
Yet shut from earthly eyes
I am never alone
Now come forth, my inner guide
Agonae
I can feel the reason to save thee
Only pain dwells in their false joy
Their egoistic self
You shall eat on your own flesh
And your filthy breed
As your imaginated god won't save thee
There is nothing
I have swept your weak sorcery
Against yourself
Your guardian is no more
Visualize the end
Submit before the low ones
Bow to death
And all miseries unto thee
Meditate into black holes
Revealed
Shades take form
Darkness within darkness
Shatter
I can taste your smell
Death within death
Free from dreams
Tongue of Omega
Blacklash of black magic
Will not damage ascendants
