Presence III lyrics

Follow the wounds,

enter the self-inflicted gateway

Let the Devil come through

There is a purpose in self-destruction

There is a pattern in razorblade chaos

Golden spirals, flesh tear opened

Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing

For men shall sin, and not repent!

Betraying the call of continued creation.

A thousand pages written with blood

Words and images of uttermost horror

And the visions, shaped for millennia,

Of holy negativity approaching.