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Many lost lives, shapeless hurt

Left aside, slaughtered

Shivering voice, golden ice

Groaning in, wondered

Frightfully touched by death, growling souls

Is this a way to hell? Or madness?

Thrown down into a void, suffer again

Bleed, that's what it said

In a crooked ground old as forest, singing

Wolves only surrounded, gates were opened

In my mouth, claws

Descended from this vault

I beleave that the skies are cladding sin

And beleave that the grace of being dead cursed me

Here they come, sons of flesh

Rise from below

I've become one of them

The blade that faces death

Here I am through the gloom

Chained to a norm


No time to taste your sweet or breathe

Everything taken away even the chance to dream

What you once believed in does not exist

Do not compromise or clean your wounds

Suffering from oppression inside lies

Maddening feeling grows

Plunging into the depths of rage

Marching towards freedom through hate

Darkening thoughts remain

When things seem to fall apart

The burning passion was just a decoy

The swarm of my deteriorated mind

Guided by the words I hear

Heretics towards the night, this is my pandemonium,

With the burning seas of the moon

The warm blood swept int the abyss

I am the enemy, I am the chosen cause of blaze

Sin after sin, the level of the dead priest is down...

Incarcerated in

Goring the votaries of slipping mutants, is this our aim?

Mourners of a dying world, afflict with terror, their lives suppressed

Maggots grow deep inside, and the marvel of faith declined