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I am the blackest sheep

Martyr on which they feed

Haunted by demons

These voices are my curse

Rats crawl on my face

Stench of fear a disgrace

Shattered portrayal

I'm going insane

Thought of hate are taunting me

Illusions I'm delusional

One way trip beneath the

Hell of heretics

I'll show you pain by breaking your hands

I'll teach you fear beg me for grace

Fuck get out of my head

The last sounds of the weak

Fragment of a scream

These voices are my curse

To escape is not an option

I cast hell upon your life

I am your hell

Thought of hate are taunting me

Illusions I'm delusional

One way trip beneath the hell of heretics

My hands are shuddering

A troubled mind that's filled with hate

You will be left behind

I can't get out these voices are my curse

One way trip to the great depths

Beneath the hell of heretics

You'll beg to die