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The gale is blowing and it is raining heavily.

The holes of windows are staring with a cadaveric dim obscurity.

The walls are bleeding, there is a thousandth death completed.

Abysmal hunger can’t wait for a new one bloody offering.

The souls are being torn by thorny chains and fear

Thrashing about in the dark of the hideous crypt.

The flesh is forsaken and the ghosts have lost their feels and thoughts

But now they ought to bear a burden of perpetual death.

There is only one chance to break these chains

and go to the edge of the universe…

Oblivion…

There is only one chance to break these chains

and go to the edge of the universe…

Oblivion…

There is only one chance to break these chains

and go to the edge of the universe…

Oblivion…

There is only one chance to break these chains

and go to the edge of the universe…

Oblivion…