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Just sit there,so cold my friend, hanging,fooling

Yourself, from your own madness,

Tear, tear apart if you can, all the structures of

My soul,

While your own world, full of lies, dissolves

Inside and out, to clay and dust, nexto to nothing.



Collecting all the spoils, is your game, cursed from

Birth by the gods, your houses of frozen bones,

Crosses buried in the sea of your dispair,

Call, call out the winds, your angels friend, to

Help you in your quest.



Go on, and continue your destruction, your black

and macabre dance with death,appointed prince of

The undead,messenger of sin and dispair,

Dance, dance away to death, till you go back to hell!



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