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[Narration:]
The time has been forged
in the vortex of the sands
to make the endless pains alive.
Infected, corrupted, controlled by illusion
in the desert of the wandering souls.
Possessed, distressed, lacerated
by the hook of time in the hourglass
where the fourth dimension collides.

Lost their thoughts, lost their memories,
they will bleed, they will bleed forever
in the compression of time.
Deceived, drained by the endless
on the edge of forever,
in the illusion of the lie of life.

Last scream of the endless, echoes of wrath.

When the space and time are endless,
the Kronos' sands are flowing
in his device of madness.
Inside there is a desert,
born from chaos, feed to be endless.
Where lost souls bogs in a shelter of perdition
in the compression of time.

All the lights are gone and we embraced
the essence of darkness.
Emptiness has eaten our souls
to reforge the meaning of madness.

Last scream of the endless, echoes of wrath.

Lost their thoughts, lost their memories,
they will bleed, they will bleed forever
in the compression of time.
Deceived, drained by the endless
on the edge of forever,
in the illusion of the lie of life.

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