Atrium Mortis
Triumfall
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Hark, thou whom reflections of life have never reached,
Whose name is cried with every stillborn!
I kneel before, oh silhouette of all divinity of black!
With thy horns I shall raise all misanthropic visions,
Buried deep in inverted star.
Through the gates of death I shall fly into nihilistic realms,
Involved in wounds of cosmos… and there begotten.
Through the unlighted paths with the point of no return
I shall triumph all chthonic illusions.
Through the winds of dissolution, above eleven sides,
Into infinity of nothing I will be!
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Satana domine, gloria tua est aeterna!
Magne domine, flamma tua lucem prefer ad iterum meum!
Satana domine, scientia est ruina tua!
Lucifer victor, extinge astras et incendere chaos!