Oh!
I’m picking up a trail that leads into the snow Fate has never been so pleasantly distant before Tall, the fir-trees are conveying a sense of tranquilizing lust for hibernation in frost Gone, my presence in an ever shrinking prison None can combat this absorbing malediction
I rid myself of moral truth
Where I go an animal belongs
On the throne as god
Nature is the mother of darkness Source of the powerful magical temple of
the black flame
Caressing, cold magic glow;
The winter in bloom
The striking wide wings of the north; The winter in bloom
Failure is the core of all human miscarriage Shame and vanity, so luminous and defect
I must throw my face in a bowl of boiling acid to put up with that your heart is still pumping I paddle trough tectonic plates of afterbirth, dive in whirlpools amongst marshes and dirt I rid myself of moral truth
Where I go an animal belongs
Seeking higher knowledge in nature World abjuration by oath carved in flesh, skin and soul
Where I go an animal belongs on its throne as god
Oh!
I’m picking up a trail that leads into the snow Fate has never been so pleasantly distant before Tall, the fir-trees are conveying a sense of tranquilizing lust for hibernation in frost
I paddle trough tectonic plates of afterbirth, dive in whirlpools amongst marshes and dirt I rid myself of moral truth
Where I go an animal belongs
Seeking for a hole to dive into Building a moat with the hands of foreclosure Struggling to exit this cocoon
For beyond its moldy walls
I see the winter in bloom
Where I go
An animal belongs

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