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From the depths he emerges, vulture skull, The crimson hues. Whispers of the otherworldly echo, A madness and beauty fuse. In the night sky adorned with abyssal splendor, Entwined by threads of fate, The deranged revel in ecstasy's roar, ruler of the depths, in our pursuit of desires so forlorn, We embark on a path of madness and despair, Guided by the disciples of the one we adorn. On the grand boulevard, grotesque forms stride, Where terror and beauty intertwine. In the realm betwixt dreams and nightmares, We surrender ourselves to euphoria's shrine. Praise his name, the vulture skull, Monarch of the abyss, the wellspring of our insanity. In this eternal procession's stage, We celebrate the coming of the world's calamity.