| The mourning process revelates, the sun embraced in black
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| Misery shows, what the hell can cause the hellish truth
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| Invocation, come forth God
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| Touch us, the human race
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| Behold the sufferings
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| For hell is here, so low
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| Open wide the gates
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| To enter the human terror
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| A domain cursed to be forgotten
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| Memories of a dying shore
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| Rattering innocent souls
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| Infernal chaotic mourning
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| Shattering the entire area
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| This is the pain and the loss
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| Crushing, smashing
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| The threshold of disaster
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| As they’re bleeding and we fear
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| Damnation of creation
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| Mortality has been proved
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| But our life goes on
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| Come forth from the abyss
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| A blaze in red, the open sky
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| Travelling on seas of blood
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| Voyage reached the ultimate destination
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| Crushing, smashing
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| The threshold of disaster
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| As they’re bleeding and we fear
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| Damnation of creation
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| Mortality has been proved
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| But our life goes on
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| As the skin burns away
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| Nothing but trauma remains, remains
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| Touching white sands, leaving traces of atrocity behind, testify
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| Four high walls, begin to speak and look me in the eye with disgust
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| Moving figures, keep on dancing in the shadow of the walls, surrounded
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| Growing cold, as I enter outward from… a hellish void |