The ravishing blessing of Heaven's light vanishes at once With the closing of eyes, illuminating the darkness Inside. Pave way, tread forth! A sigh to bid farewell, one Last pronunciation: the name of the Creator – forlorn... A curse for the dead! The will to life is the lust for death. Strangling, Consuming, vomiting flesh! A wave of darkness carries Me forth to molest the seemingly safe. Under the Moonless valve of black, spirits float onwards to never Come back. Dwell, now, in a sea of negativity! Undulating darkness, Speaking wounds. This gruesome site is boundless. The Grave; an entry and nothing like rest. Scarring without Leaving scars. Souls to stone, gristle and bone. Emotionless dead lips, coldly sealed. Farewell to the Flesh and the truth therein! A procession for the Moribund to initiate the rape of life. Holy ruin: A web of flesh, following the call of the void. A curse for the dead!