III-Mgła

[01:09.742]Now I am become death. [01:22.168]Crawling, slithering along the edge. [01:36.814]Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. [02:02.345]Craving for stench of divine rot. [02:08.586]Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. [02:15.306]Wherewith shall it be received, [02:18.724]when the soule's precious vessel lies ruined and lost? [03:48.830]Now I am become death. [04:01.246]Pierced by those signals of transcendence. [04:21.356]Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. [05:07.675]The bitter blood of the Lamb. [05:14.671]Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. [05:22.149]The horror. The horror. [05:31.038]A precious jewel of His making. [06:27.891]And as the light embraces the wanderer, [06:34.303]as knees bend as thought is obliterated, [06:40.429]with the very moment that resistance has ceased, [06:47.030]now, I am become death, the enemy of man.