* Like blood my tears flow, sorrow engulfing me
A being that is lost, in ways of arcane lore
Love that I knew, now rots in perverted form
That i fed with life, now I'm just...

Restless soul doomed to a souless rest the
Pain of being dead, infernal paradise
Charring my swollen eyes The lake of blood boils dry
Ascending rusty stream, Excruciating dream...
... Am i free?

Chant of The Ancient Ones:
"Thy Darkened ways incised our grace
We'll bleed you dry!
Writhe in dismay, eternal stay
Now cease to be!"

Lament Of The Dead:
"Thou were Thy own god, now but a dog...
Remain and rot!
Our parental love, a velvet glove
Condemns thee now!"

* A swarm of dead souls, dissect my impure shell
As I bewail, they flay, all skin from my Corpse
That is dead, in rest, yet i feel grief,
For the loss, of my old carnal home

Torn in half,crucified, madness fools
A feast of my cold flesh, fragmented putrid mess
Swallowed till last abscess
The swarm now vanishes, vortex of gods appear
Swiftly it's drawing near
Now I fear!

The scars of old - dissolve, with me
As I, submit, cease, to be

Lead: (Mikko)

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