conjuring the impulse of fear feeding on the anguish of others as the last witness dies two streams lead into the void scathing the tension alone as fish drowning in water
unfaithfully denying the black october's dawn blind eyes crying over a rewardless moment of purity interorganic bodicide this cold feels right
the weeping shall perish omitting the prime distance to the circle of plagues awaiting the silent flood
the tyranny of the haunted compulsive in their extinction fueled by the logics of nova secta
disparage the stumbling among dying cattle struggling for release (as) the cold sword of vengeance perpetrates the finishing act