Within its black womb
The edge of a dreamless void
Into an abyss dead
The primal chaos
In its most naked form
Submit to its blind laws
The fragmentation of
The starving universe
Turn, black
A life without world
Into an abyss of
Pure lucidity
Pitch, black
Our poisonous veil
Upon the wheel of lies
In morbid sleep of death
To perpetuate
Our impermanence
Turn, black
Our poisonous veil
The negativity
And the phenomena
Pitch, black
A life without world
The parasites of the subconscious
Our perception – From the arc of the skull
The indifference illuminated
And to nothingness we will return
The swarming absence, in darkened minds
Under a monochrome sky
Our dimension – Under attack
And now the beacon turns black
The fragmentation of
The starving universe
Our poisonous veil
Into an abyss
Of pure lucidity
Our poisonous veil
Disintegration of our masters
All of their radiance and their truth
As we vanish into havoc
And the unfathomable
The nightmare of being
Now our mutations roam blind
The nightmare of being
The nightmare of being
Now our mutations roam blind
The nightmare of being
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