Before my altar, the phallus God never had
our fallen angel,
I'll go between as if to sever me
to carve a
Rewind this cosmic sphere
into its origin, Chaos.
Demons where masters there
an
Fire demon, I call on you
Earth demon, nocturnal god.
Ineo templi,
As it unfolds we all be dead
Like an empty thought
In remembrance of H.P Lovecraft 1890-1937Engaged in dreams.But the vision
Rex - Spiritus - Dominus.Through the garden of knives he
Blurry, he's eyes are failing him.Fury, he cannot move.Horror, as
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