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Decaying flesh

Chocked in self hate

Sold existence

And twisted in solitude

Scorching psalms

Blinds the reason

Unable to open

The gates inside of you

Scorched psalms

Blinds the reason

Unable to open

The gates in front of you

A kingdom you'll never see

Sedated by all fears

Embrace the unworthy and drink

The emptiness in joy

Claws of a timeless tale

Unfolds upon their heads

And drench them in

Delusional ending

The ultimate upheaval

From the swamp (of your) mental chaos

Came across from

A sanctified lie

The reign is not complete

And the fear is feeding its dimension

Until the misery of sheep

Reaches final path for the privation

Divine is the pest…

Of a soul which stenches…

Blood of the weak…

Wash the stone in the throne…