| Blessed in Heresy |
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| Hoarfrost addiction, injections of cold |
| Divided we breathe in heretic ways |
| Careful what you wish for, blessed parasite |
| Tolerance withered constantly unknown |
| Where irresolution equals discipline |
| An empty stare and puppets string |
| Hearts that sound like ghastly necrotunes |
| Three nails could be enough |
| Creating your own doom |
| Salvation is at hand |
| Pilgrim, humanoid |
| Three nails are not enough |
