A true and dreadful discourse of a light depleted through obliteration
The empty vodka bottles consistently, forever speak for themselves
The scars all over my body tell the whole fucking tale
I am falling
Found in prepetuum of excess within contempt regenerated in death
Another irredeemable fuck up perpetuated by obsession and lust
No one hears… the cries
No one spares… their crimes

I live in constant fear
Of all that which is near
and I live in constant fear
Of all that which is near

No! Insignificance of the will once perished, to be blighted
Why? Thrust into suffering through continuous survival. It’s what remains
More! Fucking hallucinatory torment of due deliverance. I am falling
They! Give their wrists and dispel concurrent safety in numbers

I live in constant fear
Of all that which is near
and I live in constant fear
Of all that which is near

No fight in death
Despondent nightmare
Eternal ineffectiveness
Tear the eye out for engulfment
No saviour will come
Ruin me to create order
And kill with these hands
Cut me, bleed me for amusement

The final sadistic nocturnal prayer to downplay thine insignificance
Malformed bourgeois architecture will eternally haunt my dreams
Horrific, ceaseless repetition of words in hope of them turning into facts
Must cease to exist
Voices and beings coming from these walls telling me things that should not be
The process of purification through my catatonic body will achieve equilibrium
Take me away… from here
Just anywhere… but here

I live in constant fear
Of all that which is near
and I live in constant fear
Of all that which is near

Degradation of minds
The perseverance of lunacy
Sweet ailment of mine
Inhuman construction from the Black Spheres
Arcane and indestructible
Not human, not fragile
An abomination, indescribable
Apotheosis achieved through my destruction

So, stick the fucking knife in me and between just us, denial
And we can just give into grief and surrender to the pentagram
The atonement of abuse remains, I leave this plane in hatred
Just give up all your torn-up bliss. The chaos it breeds, Belial

The plights, can they save the souls
And what did they contribute?
All the limbs mutilated
Devoid of colour, comfort in the void of consciousness

Assassinate in name of the abyss. The invisible parasites feast on my betrayal
And enter the malignant prophecy, destroy thy sins in the night of endless abstraction.

The key to the gate. Of horrors from beyond
Formless being, deforms all on which it dawns
The torment will never cease
As long as the gate remains closed

Watch the night of bloodletting begin, release the sickness from the depths
Let the horrors be set free and gaze at the malformed geometry
In the abominable black spheres, forbidden knowledge of those once omnipotent
All trapped in the prison of greed, anticipate the revenge of the ghosts

As the valley beyond my comprehension, formed itself
In illogical patterns, unfathomable
I return
My mind ruined and forever deformed
Forbidden to live with the cursed knowledge of the indescribable terror
Of a realm where time and space didn’t exist
I return as a messenger
To spread the disease

In the valley of abomination
Lies the ultimate disease
Chalices filled with poison
Sacrificial offering to the distant inferno
I travelled across the Black Spheres
In my astral body
To see if I exist
Messiah of botched surgery and deformation

I gaze at the battle below
Watch as the populous immerse in black bile
Streaks of melancholy
I shalt forever bleed
Drink from the chalice of poison

The fulfilment in nothing
Sigils in futility
Pestilence by immortal fiends
The maximiser of wrath unknown to cosmic bounds
Mortuary of dehumanisation
Technological fanaticism
Damnation In the abyss
Magnetism of the void torments in a smokeless fire