III-Mgla

Follow the wounds, Enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching.