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Death, spirit me away, my anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins, yet, insatiate I remain Like a proud, unfallen star that dares thee from afar To calm my thunderous heart, else rend its

In this gloomy ravine where vanquished spirits gather to divulge the mighty anthem of devastation and ruin I established the magical coven on the illumination of the flickering candles I summon t

Nomad killing legions of the tenebrous wide steppes Servants of the universal emperor Wielder of the samurai's steel Rides of destrcutive doctrines Reaping and burning the conquered No wall nor g

From frozen edifice unheeded my calls Dream silent among grey basalt halls Neither here, nor ever did I belong The haunted, the hunted still stands alone And ice enshrined this fragile kingdom Awoke d

Many thousands of years ago, they ruled the globe But the pressing fist of great power carried a heavy price And now their dominion has fallen beyond time and shadow Look now, to the interior world A

Desolate sands of eternity Ever descending down the precipice Deadly dryness desert domain Sent the silent pestilent breeze Consume the dreams and prophecies Of the so worshiped mortal God Colossal m

In the visions of utopia Eyes burn with retinal decay Safety with all we know Takes you nowhere A treatment to the visions Of a bleeding paradise Feed the fire Too much pleasure takes you higher A d

Dormancy Spirits await rebirth From their sleep They will soon awake Restless dead Catching the whiff of hate Blood they anticipate They will soon drink Murderers Subconscious attraction On their gr

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