Void Miasma - BORGNE

Malign emanations stir asunder

The great veil of light

An ever inflating god of the flock

An expansion, a prolonging of faith

Doctrine flags of reason deform and mutate

Failure instead of prosperity with wails to certain death

The woven bond, a heart of confliction

Vomit for grails, recite and hail praise

Chaos, absolute of absence

Void, wave of stillness

Presence like razors

Serpentine Saviour be witnessed

A great tide cleanse

The great work commence

Flow Blackness, erase thought

Flow Darkness, evoke Naught

Supreme formless ascend

Erupting, disturbing

Will the havoc, will the pain

Innermost silence

As a ghost, without the strings of creation

Without pulse

Imploding creation

Mocking the blazing sword of reason

Spitting at the symbols, verses and law

Entrance to Become

Enchant Delusion and focus will

Ensnare, conquer, brutalize and kill