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Moribund chest

The way of the flesh

Rivers flow filled

Of ravenous faces

Sons of the plague

Scenting the death

This is the ordeal

To unleash the Mother Pest

When the wheel of time

Never turns back

The end of divinity

It all turns black

I will be prepared for the end

Accepting my ephemeral mortality!

Sulphuric stench

The feeders ingest

To those who fear not

The final essence

Gloating the sinners

With blackened fingers

Eager for poison

Transfusion of Father torment

When the wheel of time

Never turns back

The end of divinity

It all turns black

I will be prepared for the end

Accepting my ephemeral mortality!.