I fall into Darkness
As I slowly decay
Putrid eternal damnation
Cursed form of Existence
Decay! Decay! Decay!
I hear the Winds of Rest
Howling from Depths Below
Calling for us to fall
They are sent here in suffering
I am sent here as conquering
For I assume the Death Posture
Let Chaos take me, Transcend this Coil
The torturing of God in his sacred realm
Crush Angelic Prophecy, the Severing of the Self
Bare Your Darkened Soul
Blackened fields appear
Stare into Formless Voids
As your End is near