Fallen From Grace

At the crossroad's edge before the mighty darkness, whom you look back at and down upon is your own rotten corpse.
You are the fallen from grace. You are the one that disposed grace. After those series of battles, you've been dragged down in such depth. GYUI KHIS LURD ORRY, OD MIKALP KHIS BIA OZONGON. Stronger are your own feet than the barren stone. Everything in your life has engraved you thousands of deadly stars, and grown such destructive hate in your deeply wounded mind. You now know exactly who you are. You are the one that manipulate the transition. You are the one who rule your own world. Your magick filled with pain is now about to be cast.
GYUI KHIS LURD ORRY, OD MIKALP KHIS BIA OZONGON.
Stronger are your own voices than the manifold winds.
GYUI KHIS LURD ORRY, OD MIKALP KHIS BIA OZONGON.
Stronger are your own feet and voices... Your magick of pain leads the evil baptism of stains. If there exists something eternal, grasp it in your hands, and dominate. No reason to be afraid of the crossroad's edge. Kill them all, kill all of your enemies. Only that can disturb you is your own. By killing former yourself, newer yourself is born.
At the crossroad's edge before the mighty darkness, whom you look back at and down upon is your own rotten corpse.
Now you look back and look down from the crossroad's edge, and see your own corpse miserably lying. All of your enemies, and all of your cursed pastime are to be buried away with former yourself dying. Infringe over them all. Fairies with bloody mouths sing in repetition the praise to you the ruler of this new world. At the crossroad's edge before the mighty darkness, whom you look back at and down upon is your very own rotten corpse. Whom you look back at and down upon is your very own rotten corpse.
GYUI KHIS LURD ORRY, OD MIKALP KHIS BIA OZONGON.