Winter's at peak
Nature in koma
Darkness is still reflecting light
The lips are blue
Deadness is fashion
No teeth could bite back blood tonight
Sovereignty,
The pulse of the universe,
The injection of the purest venom
You’re not the peak of the horns
But the mirror of His will
The axis to a world forlorn
There is no turning back
From the eyes of the snake
From temptation to yield to
High End Satanism
Crawling from the depths
The will of power moving on
Satans possession
Damned are the weak
Running blind to heaven high
The ultimate parasite
Coiled in frozen soil
Infecting all the guts
Where has the structure gone?
When you’re a fellow of the fallen one?
Are you afraid of absence order?
Or can’t you feel our newborn hell?

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