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Scent the epitaph of my memories

A Crypt for my deadly Grieving Soul

I used to look Through the eyes of an existence serene!

Now, lying dead, among noxious qualities!

Comes this deadly parade and the other - worldly shade

To a Crimson anesthesia

A Refuge for my mind

Can you feel the obsession of my universe

If you could, should you stand next to me

Chosen from Birth Seduce the end, with the Axe

I suffered you many times you filthy trickster

Now the Crypt is now yours you may rot the hell Alone

Septic visions descending from the cemeteries of a wasted day

The hardest of realities

A Few words and you drop to your knees

Beside that naked body of madness scarred

Can you feel the obsession of my universe

If you could, should you stand next to me

Chosen from Birth Seduce the end, with the Axe

Die with me

[solo P.B.]