The lotus tree in the seventh heaven is the place of my revelation paradise is my wine and hell is the heat of my scorching wind. Constellations prostrated to me until I was elevated. Like the prostration of servants to the served. And all those in the universe said to me "must there be brought liberty unto these unhallowed grounds?" to pass the time I sleep into dreams exchanging words with mirroforms. “tonight, we'll discuss your engrained disgust for the wellspring of your loathly lust a remorseful winter says thy lord. A god. A broken regretful evil still lingers beneath my feet. I look to the sky for a sign of hope, shapes and shades open a gate revealing my fate. I raise my arm up to the sky and claw from the wrist down. Warmed by blood and skin. It drips down into the waters before me, churning violently. Hanging from the tree of 9 realms yggdrasil granted me the eternal knowledge this power granted from hel my enemies uruz tpurisaz ansuz dust they've become the river becomes a sea of red, now I lay down to sleep, quivering in tears and blood holding cadavers close. Closer than the aether's sun. O father, o moon, o sky.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
