I carve the symbol on her forehead
Forced to drink the blood that is shed
Ripping inside the flesh
Tearing the skin
I can hear the call of death from within

Slow breath of pain
Cry for Mercy
chained to unholy grounds
Birth of Fire

Blade upon her mortality
not a dream
cleansing reality.
Veins are cold, I see the last breath of Air
Look inside her eyes
I believe the lies.

Lifeless Body
Burial Awaits
Open the gates

Lust for her cold body takes over
I see the innocence of beauty
I ravage, No longer see the lies
Cemetery is longed
As spirits and life go by

Nocturnal wisdom has been seen
for this is not a dream
The would cannot heal
This is not desire
Selvmord!
Birth of fire!

My forest speaks.
I can hear the call
of Death
from within.

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