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Empty the Plains of Asphodel

Rise from the pits of Tartarus

Shatter the souls of those above

To quench the thirst of the lord below

Sacred blood soaks the ground

Victims for Hades must be found

An endless lust never to sate

To be slaughtered is your fate

Shades of a wasted life approach

A swarm of salacious apathy

Surrounded by death in all its forms

I face my last resort

Bathe me in the fires of Phlegethon!

My mortal form reduced to ash

Leaves only faint echoes of the past

My ghostly voice joins the chorus

A thousand souls screaming “No Remorse!”