I stand at the floor of malice I hold the scepter of madness Yet I am forced to live as them To endure their pathetic laws At day I lurk beside them To guard myself so near them Whom may be mislead by false tongues
I have swept your weak sorcery Against yourself Your guardian is no more Visualize the end Submit before the low ones Bow to death And all miseries unto thee
Feel the fall Into agonies of life I shall vomit black holes Above the every soil Revealed, coming forth Let them in I crush their weak wall As channeling thoth
Anima clostra Lure like gods Bring forth plague Anima clostra Lure down man Into the void Anima clostra Shattered tree World unincarnate
I have consumed the drink of knowledge Yet shut from earthly eyes I am never alone Now come forth, my inner guide Agonae
I can feel the reason to save thee Only pain dwells in their false joy Their egoistic self You shall eat on your own flesh And your filthy breed As your imaginated god won't save thee There is nothing
I have swept your weak sorcery Against yourself Your guardian is no more Visualize the end Submit before the low ones Bow to death And all miseries unto thee
Meditate into black holes Revealed Shades take form Darkness within darkness Shatter I can taste your smell
Death within death Free from dreams Tongue of Omega Blacklash of black magic Will not damage ascendants