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My youth melts as it degrades

Uncomfortable

My spirit lingers

To perish or to proceed?

At the devil's apex

I bestow

To the devil

To the devil

The pact

Uplift me now

At the edge of your sword

No doubt lies buried

No grace hath come

On the edge of the blade

There's only one way to go

Downwards, at both sides

Yet, as one I shall fall

The blood ascendant!

If there is nothing inside of me

I was already there

Before the waking dream

As one, we will become,

The all seeing eye, the thrust of the scythe

The wavering truth, it's cracks they shine

Upon my opened veins they slide

My veins spread out like angelwings

My eyes, the gates to lightless bliss

As one, we will become

the all seeing eye at the thrust of the scythe

On the edge of the blade

There's only one way to go

Downwards, at both sides

Yet, as one I shall fall

The blood ascendant!

Before the waking dream

A faith like dust, it never made me

Look all around from where you are

From the north to the south,

From the west to the eastern relics

When all is unclean,

Only the glutting of swords

can redeem

All rejoicing, the whores at play

The new wine shall not be dissapointing

Before the waking dream

The blood ascendant