Weaved of worms
At the flaming gates of the lust sun
Sunset is blacker and blacker
What is caressed by a tongue of Leviathan
Eaten by the spawns of the lowest dimensions
disease is deeper and deeper
Ulcers of bottomless wounds
Emit the sulphuric exhalations
Weaved of worms
In the woods of a morbid solitude
Total holocaust landscapes
More terrific and closer
Buried in the belly of untime
What is nourished by obscure souls
There, where was a life...
No nothing, except of filth and despair
Weaved of worms
Dead forever
Black putrefaction
Satan's carrion
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