كلمات Impure Perfection

Gather your emotions in fragile mortality Try to grasp my infinite darkness Feel the crawling presence breed on evil thoughts In the void around your tortured being Contemplate the untold curse of my region Created to suffer the naked cold death Peeling you layer by layer, skin, flesh and bone Embrace the horror inflicted by me Cascades of atrocity, emerge from the inner circle I am the master of my realm I will deceide the pain Show me your mind Believe, confess, comply Evolving to a certain state of perfection Your soul is my pleasures tool Unpurified intoxicated structures of creation Flooding your existence with total despair By suffering I will restrain the source within Shaping myself with dissolving remains Transmutation totally absorbing your life For the flesh, by the flesh I will fill your void Between shadows and darkness, denying the light I am the master of my realm ...