July 15, 2013

A widened perspective of your darkened reflection


Cold mixes from an ancient pagan rite of fearless gaze at death. 

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January 16, 2013

Falling asleep in evil arms

Accepting the ancient hidden truth.

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Смерть приходит с севера

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.


Barroque noise to smash the cortex

Pray you sinners, time has come...

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A time to reborn

It was an oath....the evil seed is borning again....