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Transgressed of pain

The ovulation of black

The art of dying

Returning back to dust

Offspring of internal slaughter

The son of eternal winter

Orchestra of pure silence

The son of abuse and violence

A silent film of despair

The director has lost all control

The young man wraps his neck

Kicks out the chair

Dead by the throne

Offspring of internal slaughter

The son of eternal winter

Orchestra of pure silence

son of abuse and violence

I see him everywhere

I see him when I sleep

He’ll never disappear

He died by the throne