Across the qlipha burst and break
Descend into formation ye inverted
Creack
No matter how our paradise is shaped
No matter what, there
Shine through me Satan
Yes, live now through this tool of
Again I entreat thee, dazzling one,
to once again embellish
Panic, hysteria, infernally raging chaos
Salvation through destruction
Cold blac
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