My words hath scraped the surface of the divine
No might
The throne we sought was hollow, a profane projection
Impure worship, Lucifer
Filth, the absolute and all-consuming purity
As I descend in rapture almighty
Impure worship, divination
Penetrate this temple of skin and bone
My words hath scraped the surface of the inverse
Existentiam
The wisdom we sought was pure, so very pure
Penetrate this temple of decay itself
Praise be unto him, this bringer of everlasting war
This blade is our remission of hope for a holy day

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