The paths of destiny carefully sewn
fate was knit by an evil mighty power,
that slides down through darkness
only death is real

Intricate webs knit with a destroying talent
evil, pure evil, hatched in the past
deathstock marked since birth
destiny is written with fire

Brake the pole inferior with a head
chaos is real, chaos is pure,
unmaterial wounds exude blood before the final revelation,
that only some can behold.

Evil is a spider that gets fed with right intenctions
trapping the fools with shinning threads
soft as the silk, shinny as water, the trap stalks over the purity
crunching with dripping jaws into the heads it injects the venom deep inside

The sons of the spider are wildly snatched from the path of the blind and the pure
evil is great and the threads of evil never end

Eternal expansion of the trap makes evil grow stronger and rougher
-the last remains of the light are darkened they are nothing more than deathstock
for the spider to feed on
-It's glow is soft, though the shadows around are deep veiling slowly until they kill the light

All the straight paths guide to evil and the left hand path is even worse
Satan is the master of evil that writes the fate
none shall defy the powers of darkness as the saviours are guided by his scepter
and they lead the crouds to war
Out of the dream, into reality tormented screams moving as a squirming mass
and it's entity is Hell itself tortuting with mockery

Evil is a spider that gets fed with right intenctions
trapping the fools with shinning threads
soft as the silk, shinny as water
brake a hole in the head.

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