(On the night she was killed...)

Raving whispers of swirling spells,
Again you cross the womb's entrance.
Making you complete and reborn
As the blood and screams will mix in unison.

Cut their bare flesh!
Is it evil for the sake of evil?
Left alone in the circle of trees
With a black gate of pain inside it.

Awakening consciousness of enumerable voices,
Verily, are those the smiles you were expecting?
Secrets of the shadow self are unlocking
Sharp as the dawn's blade.

Cut their bare flesh!
Is it evil for the sake of evil?
Left alone in the circle of trees
With a black gate of pain inside it.

The spiritual antagonist is created
The dweller on the threshold
That surpassess the hatred and malice of self
Inhabiting all planes of existence.

The finite cannot escape death
But the infinite is beyond death

The bloodied head held by the pale arm
The dagger of sun and the moon
A word of power and secret light
Transformative ritual in a circle of bones.

The self that never sleeps
Is here in the black chapel
The past is alive again
Brought by the golden wings

Broken through ice
On the edge of frozen reality

When you will see her again it won't be her!
On the night she was killed...

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