Watain: Opus Diaboli2012

[last lines]

Erik Danielsson:
It lay there like a grotesque mirage in the desert, in a place where the sun refused to shine. The remains of all life. And we took them: the moltening bones, the tears, the insects, the malformed organs and severed heads and we began to build a monument. On the seventh day it stood there: the ultimate mockery of existence, dripping of blood and dead semen. A giant colossus of failed flesh and misgrowth. And even the rats... fled its shadow.