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As frost is embalming the skin, I feel the surreal. Fear within my mortal remains. Disgust and pleasure to follow the fate. Apalling appeal of disfigured eminences. Decapitated. Renouncing reality.

I wander thorough my disastrous dream. Too real to be, painful within my anoatomy. Anticipating I am. Creatures creatéd by my coma, desolate and beautyful - they do rule. They do walk upon a path whose end is close, which is mine. Reduc'd being, reduc'd to the essencial. I am at their mercy, they are passing judgment on me.

Mandragora - absurd suffering. Bloody lips enclosing the bone. Deities of weakness make pulsate the flesh. Path to the fatal. A disclaimer of life.

Whores sucking the liquid, lecherous for blood. Cold groaning, abomination and lust. My blood gushes upon the earth. Soil below turns red - creature beyond help. Mandragora is growing.

Mandragora - beauty eternal, sign of vanity. I am no longer human.
Mandragora - my remains.

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from Preaching The Sin (Demo), released January 1, 2001

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