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Sensing the pale moon

Cresting hills afar

The mist surrounds

The banks of underworld

Birthed to suffer

Black night currents

Crawling on ruined flesh

Crawling for hunger

Born of descending paths

Defiled, festering

Blind to all sense

Broken eyes, ruined flesh

Born and suffered

Driven to feed

Such piercing hunger

Destroys all sense

Misfortuned wander into my domain

Cries in the night befall ruptured ears

Misfortuned fall without consequence

Rapacious hunger drained eyes so delicate

Countless victims shape

Ruined flesh captivates

Putrid visions shape

Entrance and captivate

You will kneel

You will follow

You will kneel

You will kneel and follow

The pale moonlight

Riding black currents

Empty silhouettes

Kneel and follow

Born to suffer

Stripped of sense

The path is worn

Descending Acheron