In sarcophagus sleep embraced by night so mystic deep Through my minds I see from the grace of clairvoyancy Into the secret garden of disharmonia Black antique chambers of morbid euphoria
As a precursor of death my ghoul proceed In black cosmic material and sepulchral symphonies I cross dimensions unseen to ride on the axis of dreams
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