歌词
Behold! For the Spirit Hath prevailed, hath burst from the bowels of a dead god. And with a thousand tendrils and a thousand eyes into man's gaping mouth hath crawled As an infection.
And as an infection we claw, as if by spreading our corruption We may cleanse ourselves of the spirit of black breath; The spirit of pestilent life.
For we have become The feast of a Self devouring chaos which gorgeth on itself, And Which In mindless frenzy hath claimed dominion Over every heart, Over every mind, Over every cursed life. And over every skull Black tongues of fire Dance in frenzy To the throbbing rhythm
Of its purposeless will.
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