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Hell has grown cold.

Now I'm not afraid, anymore.

The blessed vengeance has been perfected,

our arrogance corrupted their roots,

looking for answers, I only found silence.

I wonder if maybe it's better this way…

Storms remind me of your sacred name,

dark and furious, lashing the night.

I drowned in my sins,

herald of justice you come to collect your debt?

You brought a silver sword,

and I only have this mangled soul.

I only feel guilt in my heart,

I'm a blessing to no one.

I lost all the battles with myself,

as revelations when the end is near.

The bitter psalms resound,

exalting the shameful glories of God.

I will forget your name, become in ashes,

I will return to earth, with a peaceful heart,

and my devoured by the depths.