Gnaw Their Tongues – All The Dread Magnificence Of Perversity

My Orifices Await Ravaging

Verbrennt und Verflucht

Broken Fingers Point Upwards in Vain

The Stench of Dead Horses on My Breath and the Vile of Existence in My Hands

L'ange qui annonce la fin du temps

Gazing at Me Through Tears of Urine

Rife With Deep Teeth Marks

All the Dread Magnificence of Perversity

The Gnostic Ritual Consumption of Semen As Embodiment of Wounds Teared in the Soul

Thee, I Invoke, Akephalou

I Hear Only The Clanking Of The Scythe

A Promise Of Revenge Whispered From Stitched Lips