Of storm and adversarial darkness Fires devastating, torment of the sightless Unbound by the wolf spirit cutting deep in the flesh A rape of inversion, perversity Crowned on the Tree of Death Thy poison your cup of sensatory awakening Wrathful incisions, the worms are growing inside me The ??? is breaking from pressure Immolated passion, serpent eyes form Opening through something dead and buried Two faces too many Taking turn to devour Gods Those defied for passionless sacrifice Giving To something which will never grant rest In chaos born ascension go I fall as the brightest star My twin born of fire and smoke In this Shahet, a hell of Supernals I can see more crime and the torment of angels who failed To bring down the Eye of Darkness, from which those who think separate One hell to another, casting down angels, burning with rage