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Portrait Sweden Crimen Laesae Majestatis Divinae

Thou whom they call the desolate one. Thy face we need not see, for thy presence is yet so clear (in every murder and crime). Thou who shall grant us

fall in the shape of bleak abominations. I descend forever, befriend now the darkness that took me. The foundation's begun to tremble and shake. For each crime

Night sky is calling, unveiling itself as a flash for our eyes. Oh hungry night, brighter now than ever before. I see them riding, those we've fed since

Bones feed their fires, and as day turns to night, I am travelling worlds beyond matter. Where all boundaries blur and concede, and where darkness forever