A godless providence
Fumbling in the darkness of methanol
My depraved twin soul
Letting us grow together in dirt
Anorexic angels, fallen from grace
Offers me to the sense of death
A smell of earth and sex
Torn from my senses, in bad intoxication
Light-affirming chastity
Penetrated to a state beyond
Reborn in the ninth circle
Chained to the ground , too dead to dream
Carved in the eye of Baphomet
Disciples lit like wax candles
Human blood and satanic metal
Ascending into a higher entity
Give me part sacramentes travesti
Of the bleeding Venus
And Christ's scratched body
His will suffocated on earth as in hell
Children of this wretched earth
Come like doves to the roof of my throat< br/>With the insight of 13 antitheses
I sharpen my tools
We don't let them go on life
Until we've pissed in it
And scratched in the opposite seal
To perfect our black art

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