lyrics
The dying breath screamed
forth my words...
My existence…
Determined upon in a rumbling voice.
Profound in expression of understanding,
So weird, so cold, like the sense of death.
Anileo… for all this years…
Anileo… my token… my calling.
Just smell my blood.
The scent will lead you
Into the deepest cave.
…And sun shall never reach you.
Within the narrow and blood-drench channel
I unchain the strength and all the virtues of evil.
The faculty of perceiving,
Only exceptional minds could conceive
the places of repellent depths.
Among insanity and reality.
The pitchy eyes once more flashed malevolently,
like the twin caves of abysmal blackness.
credits
from
Hegemon,
released July 2, 2014
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