Pierced through us
bleed from the macrocosm
Through soul, through heart
And the promised relief through ritual death
All in worship of the ever present

Eius in obitu nostro
praesentia muniamur!
In soul, in heart
Thou whom seeth all, heareth all
Bring death, and all annulment of spirit thereafter

Impale that of my astral self
Comsume my remnants
Chain my will
For what is more divine then death on all levels?

Our bodies end but the embodied self is enduring
Yet I pray unto thee; Misserere mei, Domini!
See to all the destrucion of mine!

What is this beeing but a shell?
Thus I carve my way in skin
In order to reach heavenly bliss
And extinction of all

Death is certain for anyone born
And birth is certain for the dead

Yet I praise the dawn of samsara
turned still
And the dead my die ever after

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