Oh, I crave these visions which grow inside
That enslave my very soul
Unfolding, revolting, turning this soul into black
Great savagery come banish their hope forever
Indulging their fate to commence
Profanity, atrocity, upon deceptions
Deceiver, believer, false hope wither
With you condemned by sinister ways
Your sworn fidelity is a sign of treachery
Slaves of the icons which all lie bleeding
Fictive reality is no divinity
So I grow on your contempting words
Temptation will lead me away from your withering garden
Now I preserve this might from my own within, so pure in its form
Divine and untorn, yet raging and grim, I roam here alone
So I defy, condemn and deny those tales they rely
Captivating all life to unfold
In vanity they shall die
Hear the roar from the storm of dark depths
Defiant and godless they emerge.

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