Sometimes I think I'd like to kill myself
If I ever got the nerve
It's impossible to imagine
Non-existence
Nothing
I will never discover
Higher-Existence
In this corporeal form
Break the bonds of dust and madness
My life drains out again onto the floor

I wish I was at Adrianople
To die with my heathen clan
To come ripping Roman Legions
And Slaughter Them to The Last Man
But now I am alone in a basement cold
Black Dragon on the wall
While The Queen of Hell awaits me beyond
In the Pentagram of Her Halls
I Call To Her!
I gave my life to the heathenish ways
I love to hate The Christ
I will blaspheme and spit fire upon his name
In Mortal Sin I will cut my veins
And die!!!
To fly!!!
Right!!!

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