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Harvesting the ground

Of a stronger self

Our morbid state caused us lifeless pain

It shall hurt and it hurt

It shall burn and it burn

It shall die and it dies

The titans fall

Against them all

Welcome to my wake

Where I lay, bleak and cold

Welcome to my wake, my way is strong

Credit me death, in a precious land

Total affection, inner self

Credit me no human affection

Credit me self perfection

The pain is a chain

That keeps the soul to the skin

Grieving till death, on my own

Distance, the human virus swarm

It shall hurt and it hurt

It shall burn and it burn

Against them all