Three minds as one
a triangle, a bloodsymbol
turn of thorughs
towards a deep hatred
an aberrant misanthropy.
With disdain I look them
with pleasure I hang them
Gloomed wails of pain

Obscurum per obscurius

The throne is mine
and at hand I got them
their weeps and souls

My voice is souverengty
in this morbid realm
among throughts of sickness

Depress the clemency shall be
entombed towards oblivion
the end is the will
and the will shall be divine
mightyness ascend up high
with thunders and fire in mouth

Obscurum per obscurius

The throne is mine
and at hand I got them
their weeps and souls

My voice is souverengty
in this morbid realm
among throughts of sickness
...it'll bleed the flesh and storm
with a supreme call of superb

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