Chaos Star - Unearthly Trance

Degradation and negation

Tainted wombs mark the era of worms

The circle of crows descend

Leave me for dead so I can follow the ser­pent of logick

Communion of the self is immunity from the curse

I served my bid in chaos name

I extract the pity that wasted on fools

My blood is bound

They can slaughter each other for the last pieces

Echo’s in the catacombs

Relinquish servitude as your heart stops beating 8 arrows of fate in every

direction

I shall choose none and accept all