Below the Tree of Life

Kataxu

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    In a flamed abyss, into a maelstrom of the deepest caves
    Here - below the tree of life...
    Moving dark blocks of rubble
    Touching the mighty wings, whirl between nine candles of fate !
    Awakening amongst abdomens and rites...
    The dense air of the halls and the well's screams in the ancient tongues of wood.

    Twirling amongst everlasting calls...
    The underwater gap on the bloodied torn tree on life...
    The echo of the demon's chants strides like kisses of death...
    ... Below, the timeless vapor, and the depth of united thoughts.

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    Through the nine candles of fate
    The designs of the walls of time are endless in moving images.
    An innocent reflection of the white lady's laughter
    This is the mighty power in a bordeless image of the ancient.
    Here, below - the frozen walls weep reaching immensity.
    Crowded mothers fade in the distance, and the leaves reach for the horizon.

    Mixed ashes within elements, the underwater lava forms paths -
    When the soul begins to burn returning to the roots of being

    The tears of ecstasy sculpture the countenance
    The screams strangle shapes
    Pillars of faces flowing in a victorious conversion
    Sacred elements of the abyss - Kataxu !
    I remember ! Being born many a time, living ruddinessof the worlds !
    I, the bringer of dusk...
    Glorifying the most cruel of wisdoms
    Creating ages of tyranny in the midst of a short life
    Infiltrating worlds full of religion and incarnations
    With innocence my robe of scarlet is moistened
    Mechanical faces of envy; balls in cycles of a lighted demise
    Caverns of my aura - in a vortex of the deepest caves
    Rouge wafts of melancholy
    Awakening with poison of sweet catacombs
    Breathe the shadows into the space of horizon !
    This is the Reich arising from the war drawn path
    Through the solar line of the division of the two suns
    Towards the top of the center of madness
    Through the solar line of comets at the countless stars of chaos
    Now, the machine of time counts back the falls for the violent victory
    Now, with a proud march through the thirteenth planet - stomp upon the pearls of the disease

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