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The primeval tormentor who cannot think of yielding

His leer unmatched even by those who were inculpable

Spirit breaker of the saviour

The rays piercing and boundless, no concept of virtue

From the foundation of the world for me to inherit

Spirit breaker of the saviour

Our works and words will condemn us

No flesh will be justified in the undeniable

It pursues me waiting for one slight abberation

Far superior in its persistence and perfectly concealed

I dare not present a counter for I was clearly born to fail

Even if we can move in the herd, our fate will not chanage

It lures us inside, our jaws clenched and the teeth grind

The cave walls echo with the sounds of frightened sobbing

Its trophies pile to the ceiling

The pugent odor fills the nostrils

I hallucinate that there is a better place waiting as I catch my physical form being dismantled

So this is how it feels