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Your search
Death and bitter emotions
burried to deep in the arms of corrosion
come on in, the son of hell awaits you
be his slave for life
in your searh to become what you are not
Always strugle 'till the end
life, never for real, you just pretend
your wrath, the key to your heart
will never fade away
in your search to become what you are not
Anger and endless fear
the nourishment that helped you get here
your nectar that keeps you carry on
still hungry
in your search to become what you are not
Dead heart and dead soul
still so determined to reach your unachievable goal
so you walk on both the living and the dead
as long as you find your path
in your searh to become what you are not
