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Marching toward the gates of ancient feeling
I invoque the strong elements
Iron, stone are the primitive fluids running in my veins

Absorbing the divine alcoholic substance
To worship the ancient ones
I sacrifice this essential liquid to the earth

As I walk in this savage land,
I feel a primitive strength
Flooding my ethylic body
And will bring my soul to a place
Where life isn’t a shame

I am one with this lascivious flesh
No more guilty to feel the pleasure
Because here’s only the primitive essence that counts
My soul is becoming flesh
And each cell is filled
With an intense frenzy
Nothing can stop my will to be a part
Of the land of the true ones.

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