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Destructive Visage
Imperial despair,
Cast away by the iron shadows of deceit.
Like a tarnished vision of a sub-human empire with
A sullen shock.
Engulfed humanity arises
At the sheer grief pummelling through,
A black broken heart. With a gentle
But cold breeze entering.
Risen to despair.
Call to all the forces.
With Lucifer's hammer calls a
Decision to be rest.
At the entrance to the eighth circle
Lies a pathway.
Judgement Day.
Your choice.
