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In the midst, of the black

Drowning the infinite of his Soul

Wondrous depths, the stars are right

Hailing the great ones of old

DEATH, STRIKES, DOWN, on you

Summon thy demons

Internal cold, chilling bones

Hearing the voices from inside his head

Madness reigns, shadows dance

Praising the kingdom of the dead

DEATH, STRIKES, DOWN, on you

Summon thy demons

Worshiping gods from below

Summon thy demons

Bow to the saviors of flames

Fear of the unknown, the gods have laughed and lied

Cynical, restless, hideous

Exploring the beyond, inside the dark eternal void

Obscure, mystified, condemned

In the midst, of the black

Drowning the infinite of his Soul

Wondrous depths, the stars are right

Hailing the great ones of old

DEATH, STRIKES, DOWN, on you

Summon thy demons

Worshiping gods from below

Summon thy demons

Bow to the saviors of flames

Summon thy demons

Worshiping gods from below

Summon thy demons

Praising the kingdom of the dead