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The Cruelty Pilgrimage

begins his Road

to the forest of the hanged corpses

the taste of survival has decayed

drowned to the lights of the sun

they want to have the pleasure

for touch the empty darkness

by the soul marked by doom

only remains to the ashes

The dark path you’ll follow

The bitterness melancholy

burning the eyes of the bodies

but the pilgrims arrive

to put end to his misery

Now the pit opens to them

marked by black candles

screaming for the last time

Black is the seed of deaths