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Hollow

Scorn

Unto

Me

Incurtion

Born of cursed soil

My imprisoned soul

I eagerly pursued

I enslaved

I am the sin of this swamps own wretched hell

Deep within this cave

Following speech of spectral hate

It lies awake

Relic of fate

Tool to which my hunger fades

Dispersion

My own sanctum

Has sent me to

To save my soul from this crooked hell

Roofless

Chasms

I will save my soul from this bestial hell

I

Quell

Souls

Mould

Consume

Suppresion

Cold wreaths call my name

The earth splits

Howling my unholy name

Oak

Mold

Seize