The Great Southern Darkness

I longed and waited for that very day

When I would break my cage of clay

For far too long I have endured

Enslaving spells of the demiurge

Tis smile they fake while we celebrate Satan

Tis life they crave while we glorify Satan

Hence I step across,

The great southern darkness!

That gift of freedom,

Eternal and unbound.

The break of the vessels

Was well orchestrated, High on ancient skies

The stars all point to death.