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The bloom of disease is in me

Inside my grave the shadows speak

Bloody bones fall to the blows of despair

The mausoleum of misery will gather the lost crowd

Practices prohibited in the place of the Most Holy

I soak up the desolation of the cursed

In front of the throne of light, I digress

It will devour me all my vital essence

I will be nothing more than an empty envelope rusted by morbidity

Demonic offspring will watch my every step

I no longer control my actions

He will lead me into the ditch

My failures will lead me to madness

And I will only have my eyes to see the misfortune

A step towards the void

I'm falling over the precipice

And my freedom finally begins