Silhouettes beckon my name from the distance
Bringing light to the tecpatl to sever thy flesh
And with this obsidian blade I exhibit my offer
My existence of nullity, damned to seal my fate in blood

The river has run dry, gorging upon the wine
The deliverance of dissolution
My dismissal, grant my absolution
Confining my demise within your blessings

Denying me your presence
Sowing the root of my dissension
Only by your hand, I shall meet my demise
Death, I demand thee binding to thе blade of twilight
Drag me from the hollows

Displaying my loyalty as I await my lonе destruction
I stand upon your altar
Hear me
I stand upon you altar
Hear me fuck

With this blade I shall build my church
Bless me with your malevolence

This hell has no place for me
Reveal yourself, as I exhibit my offering
Existence of nullity
The sun has set for the last time
Altering a conjuration, I exhibit my offer
Arise, end this mental crucifixion
Arise, sever the roots of agony

I, son of man to summon my demise

[Ben Duerr]
At last I grant my presence
Weeping fool, pleading for deliverance
Erode in my shadow for I resent your offer
Denying your right to cease to exist