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As the killing moon dies,
And as the sun is resurrected

As the bleak morning Light captured my dying Black Flame,
The laceration of Self breathes an Altar of Azab!

As the bleak mourning scars possessed my dying shadow...

As the bleak mourning serpent coil upon my sacrificial neck,
The laceration of Self birthed an Altar of Azab!

(The Void morning star shatters my Life being)

The razor of Life slither across my pure tainted wrist,
(The hanging scars)
I grasped the cold, burning unforgiving air, one last breath,
One last gasp of that hellish tormenting air...


Such a fine day to die!

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from SELF​-​TITLED (TAPE, 2011), released July 9, 2011

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HORDES OF THE BLACK CROSS Melbourne, Australia

From the unending depths of the Southern Hemisphere, the caustic ascending death has been revealed.

To end the hunger and the crippling thirst, They consumed the chaos of flesh and drunk the elixir from the Goddess of War!

Thus, from the past, here and now is the procession into Chaos, Knowledge, The Self and Death via the black arts.
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