Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves. 

Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this 
growing inflamation. Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty 
brow. I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my 
will I shall embrace it. It drip-dries from its inverted, 
bloated head. 

The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the 
anomalous thing. changing in structure, my expression, looks 
not human, I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an 
abomination, a form from the most wicked of depths has now 
been granted my distorted flesh. 

A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off. Destiny, my 
sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings. 

With open eyes I start to feel delight. Agitate no more, no doubts 
I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black. 

My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, and with 
its red grant me completion. 

No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, for 
I'm not me and of now conceived again. 

Solo: Karlsson 

The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from 
the wall. I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on 
calling and I shall them join. The order of chaos awaits in 
another world. Disintegrate, I'll return mentally. My body of 
scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul