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Lord of mayhem celebrates his violent victory

Victims go mad in a mushroom haze

Cellar of poison with no way out

Voice so dark is whispering curses

You are forced to watch these scenes of death

Bodies stained with oily water

Alien powers out of your league

No control over brutal obscurities

Nature controlled in a way that´s old and new

His victory is perfect and total

Rays of light are pale and weakened

Existing only to boost your desperation

You pray yet you don´t really believe

No masses pulled up to heavens

We all sink deeper in the hot swamps of hell

Black matter keeps eating all the life found

No one knows where all the souls went

The energy of the violently decapitated still floats

The fog is green and pungent

Wind is the soundtrack as the flesh slowly burns