Ωmega Void Tribvnal

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Breathe in and feel the heat of possession, 10000 fires spit out from my mouth. Breath out and taste the heart of the lion, There, in the wasteland, where titans were born. And you own one of this rare moments, Rare and lost in time. And you guard one of this rare moments, find out in this dead heirs lives. And you own one of these very rare moments, Rare and lost in time. And you guard one of this rare moments, find out in this dead heirs lives. You wash your hands in darkness. Hermit and solitary psalms of misanthropy. Turn this pages in the dust. Go and free your mind. Down there in the temple below. What remains of you is a handle of nothing. Nothing can break. Nothing can help. Nothing is said and Nothing is prayed. Nothing will take me out of this death. Prophet of desert, of demonic wrath. I washed my hands in darkness. Everything ends just in this moment. I fill this soul with a scorpions sting ... feel nothing ... Nothing can break, nothing can help. Nothing is said and Nothing is prayed. Nothing will take me out of this Death. Prophet of desert, of demonic wrath In the eye of a most raging maelstrom Bloodless emptiness. Hearts are pumping only by hate. The opposition spirit is trapped in the stone. Transcentation, the order of a burning ground. Nothing can break. Nothing can help. Nothing is said and nothing is prayed. Nothing will take me out of this death. Prophet of desert of demonic wrath.

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In the kiss of spiders and in the rattle of snakes Along the screaming of the newborn, Below the stillest of waters and within howling winds, I heard its call ... Again and again What have we been born for?! The areas of birth must always hit death. Every second I can hear them dying, By their echoes in the dark. "Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams No mortal ever dared to dream before." -The archaic evil- I witnessed birth and horror divine, A wonder still yet just a spark. For that it be we shall fear death, Our devils and gods bear its mark. We dwell in NOTHING the core of us all, Its true form we'll never approach. No answer or question, not even a word, It's secret has never been touched, DEATH awaits us, the void of voids, Salvation at its hand. As we return into its rift, We were as grains of sand. What have we been born for?!