[Music: V Santura, Lyrics: Morean]
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Simian moths in search,
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Of metanoia and illuminance,
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Exuberant dismay they will reap,
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Condemnation decomposes sanity
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Through inhumanity and putrification,
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A plunge towards hopeless, dismal death.
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Another pawn has taken the fall,
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A mind unsound and rotted,
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Put him up against the wall,
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Along with the tortured, the raped,
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And the gutted.
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The unflesh is burning...
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And when the shell of mortal breath has ruptured,
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When existence has been wiped
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Off the portal of perception,
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When, freed of shape or heart,
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Anon succumbs to life-defying rapture,
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At last, the truth be shown.
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And the deprivation has just begun,
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Unseen chasms of perdition await,
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The very fabric of the soul comes undone,
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Never to abate, the gulf digests them one by one...
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The unflesh is burning...
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And when the shell of mortal breath has ruptured,
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When existence has been wiped
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Off the portal of perception,
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When, freed of shape or heart,
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Anon succumbs to life-defying rapture,
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At last, the truth be shown.
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The Unflesh
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| Dark Fortress |
