Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves. 


Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this 

growing inflamation. Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty 

brow. I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my 

will I shall embrace it. It drip-dries from its inverted, 

bloated head. 


The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the 

anomalous thing. changing in structure, my expression, looks 

not human, I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an 

abomination, a form from the most wicked of depths has now 

been granted my distorted flesh. 


A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off. Destiny, my 

sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings. 


With open eyes I start to feel delight. Agitate no more, no doubts 

I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black. 


My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, and with 

its red grant me completion. 


No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, for 

I'm not me and of now conceived again. 


Solo: Karlsson 


The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from 

the wall. I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on 

calling and I shall them join. The order of chaos awaits in 

another world. Disintegrate, I'll return mentally. My body of 

scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul