Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult - The Dead Hate the Living

Impending upon the path
Leading to where eternal sleep dwells
Is the feeling of mighty perfectibility

Dismal, dreary like the universe
Beautiful like suicidal adoration

Reach
For his scraggy claw

For upon earth the accursed dwell
Non-entity will swell up with infinitude
Mortal putrescent debris
Vestige of self-destruction

Away from this wobbling ground
This path leads to unknown spheres
Away into aeons
Abscondence of existence

As grave as the air, the spirit rests anxiously
As resounds in the distance a prolonged howl

Lamentations dragged from place to place
By funeral winds

When this earthly body in misty billows resolves

Life is an illusion
Only death is real
The dead hate the living

Merely silvery shine in darkness shall coruscate
Whilst winds embed this spirit's vibrancy
Once it has abandoned vivaciousness

This sound which shall be heard
Forever more
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