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 



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.