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Disbalance of cosmic rewards driving me to vampiricsummoning of my victim. I raise my arms and spoke thenine words. The Gate is yearning to open, and I whisper,I scream again and again... And things mortal andimmortal are changing, maimed and twisted by silverstream.
The lack of yearning may perverse the point, butnow all must be completed. Again I reveal my knife as atongues of freezing flame, ripping the universe, outgoingfrom my aura. Now he consumes my emotions and will,sending back the force. The cold dark fragments isdrifting to the blade. Now we may KILL without fear, douptand pain, erasing the life of the screwed jesus' creatures.
Performing the one of the dark doings.
There are the part of blasphemy in it.
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