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Beneath the pulse of the howling insane
Grasping the scorched ground that trembled and tore
We hopelessly fought the world of decay
Our faces branded by black flames of war

Now sombre shores lined with funeral pyres
Putrid smoke disappearing in the rain
Cities of dark windows we leave behind
As on the seas of oblivion we sail

The waters are frigid and the mist clinging
Cold to our faces obscures the decay
On the horizon – the abyss draws near
Where the expanse of oceans fades away

And as we inhale the razor-sharp void
To frost crimson the blood in our lungs turns
And as we are pierced by a gaze hollow
With howling insane nothingness ascends

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