| In this melancholic soil
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| Eternal remains of tears and suffering
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| Are the seed that I once planted
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| And for the withering i can see
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| Insane and weak presence has been here
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| But before i can glace the final domnation
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| They will experience the greatest punishment ever…
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| Falling from the gray skies
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| The perished decayed pieces of their beloved ones
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| Will reach their weak minds
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| And they will dwell together as one
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| For a thousand eternities
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| Burning in the universal path of disgrace
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| They will take my gift with utter respect and suffering
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| With my cold melodies of depression at my side
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| The tideless seas are on sight
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| Never a majestic treasure has been so damaged…
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| Be afraid, be very afraid, the strom is getting closer
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| And the revelations i have conjured
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| Are the cursed and heretic words of our Cult… |