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Praised be, oh Holy Death,
Reaper of the infinite aeons,
Destroyer of matter, deliverer of freedom.
Messiah of the other side, so true, so real...
Yet so eternal and gracious.

Reap now, justiciar force,
For I have withnessed seeds of your work,
As every sprout bears the triumph.
Ride on the pestilent winds of bliss,
And leave the trail of hallowed silence.

Slash open this deceiving creation,
For its sands of time has come to an end.
Break the chains made of flesh
To grasp in magnificence of joy and delight,
To dwell in Union of Darkness and Light.

Reap now, swing with your scythe!
Catharsis bringer, soul purifier!
You are the emperor of emperors,
For no mourn-crowned king is so noble,
Nor mere human too worthy.

Oh merciless scythe-bearer,
Bestow the uttermost gift of all,
The entrance to perpetual Nothing!

Guardian of the world beyond,
From whom shall you be a blessing, from whom a cruse?

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