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Arteries set on fire

Explode and reach cold temples

Lips shiver and get paleish

Hoarfrost eyes stay wide open

Plowed rotten wounds, flowing stream of gore is clotting

Aching silence takes the silver from the veins

Bloodstorm

This is it, wishful bolt will bayonet your heart

Pain gathers

What have you done you miserable human being

You can raise above it all, gaze over the horizon of dreams,

the red won't burn

Pulsing among nothingness excruciatingly

Blood turns into black

Burn the soul, leave the flesh

The void is here, nothing left