… Is killing thy self
For vengeance I will rise …
The bitter balm blessings
Of regretfullness, empty but so strong
I walk through the heavens Speed through the gates
Nightmares still so real
Confusion remains the same
The only reason is for killing thy self,
And bring terror to the living and dead
I burn thy names in flames
... And I was forlorn. I devoured the scars,
My world torn asunder, I've killed every god,
my world torn asunder, just a parody of believer fools
Where prophets and madmen, walk hand in hand
On a tomb of necropsies I have found the remains,
Threaten death to people, Incantations and rites.
To cause death and suffering, and help angry spirits
To take vengeance on those who had cursed them.
For the cursed I will stand… To fight for them
When judgment day arrives
With iron sharpened spikes incarnated through their skin,
Drinking the venomous feast till the eternity
For the vile and ignorant gods
And to those effeminate ones
I have come to naught the worlds.

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