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Follow... me.

Into, ob-scu-rity!

I'll..lead...you...

To a, domain...

Of tragic, existence!

One where the tortured spirits deplore

Cries from beyond are heard

At one with fire, our lord

Wel-come... to..the.. Afterlife!

Too late to cry for compassion now

Have chosen non-repentance

Blistering winds consume your flesh

Ghouls all to see, unholy beaconing

Searing tides, deplete your soul