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The echoes of an ancient rhythm

Drumbeats of rotten empty holes

Inglorious, unholy temples of betrayal

Immersive certainty of forgotten sins

History repeats, wars, never accomplished

Presence of greed in bloodshed

Neverending philia, a will that's sickened

Decayed core of perception

Doomed to reflect in same old actions

A path followed by their descents

Final point is where the circle ends

Bending before pyramids of dust and blood

Blindfoldedly denying the monument of their fate