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We've foreseen what it means to kill

Stepped into the mind of the rotted remorseless

The screams echo

silence forbidden

Chant of the masses grips the chord to our soul,

Your grave's been forged from a mouth of a stone

With a hand that tears your skin right off your bone,

Swim amongst the balance, between light and dark

What once was lost, has now been marked

I've come to feed, feast on the cries, That flow, endlessly.

Let us Be drowned in the depths of despair

calling forth

the bestial instincts of man

rend flesh from bone