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[Damned souls:]
Follow us, come here, come with us...

Your relic is lost in the shaded temple,
warped from the world in a ladder of lies:
where the clock ticks the endless perdition
of the soul, in a path where madness turns
forever into an anguished cry.

Fall in the depth of the records of yourself.
Here it's the home of doom.
Here it's the place none will pronounce.
Feel yourself helpless.
Feint away from your being.

The key of time resounds from the endless
darkness: the mystery of a thing
that doesn't exist in this world,
located in the fourth arms
of an hollow inner life,
it's the relic which bonds tears
in the shadow of the underworld.

Corruption, greed with the art of sin,
doomed this world into the pain of eternity.
Corruption tainted the core of their souls
drowning hearts into darkness.
Unconscious; in this void of despair,
in a vortex of madness, find Oblivion
and your path will resound
to the toll of the life, trails of a goddess.

Fallen answers lay lost
to keep hidden the truth.
Darkness, madness, sorrow, pain;
turn yourself into them.

Unconscious; in the chasm of despair,
in a vortex of madness, find Oblivion
and your path will resound
to the toll of the life in the trial of madness.

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