abigor
supreme immortal art
Shivers herald an upcoming possession The urges to create set us ablaze Demonic art sacrificed to the night A monument of malicious sonority The most precious gift For the everlasting cycle For the beginning and the end For the comprehensive darkness For master Satan and ourselves Millions of insignificant existences Exceeded by our tones supreme Melodies older than mortality Enormous as death itself The chosen ones have command of the language That needs neither mouth nor words Our minost soul transformed into notes We are element as well as entirety So what is paradise if not hell