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A father without a face,
Bless their souls with curses,
A pilgrim with death stick
Surrounded by snakes,

On the altar of madness,
suicide,
They will never see Heaven,
They will not be saved,
They nailed nails
to the messiah's wrists,
There is no god
above Heath

Gathered
in a circle of madness,
they murder
Just after birth,
In a dream
about a destroyed Word,
Psalms
of blasphemies from their mouths

In a dream,
They become
the final incantation,
the winds of destruction
shout loudly,
you are the absolute,
you are a judge,
you are the last resort,
you are the king

In the ground,
in fire,
Change
the dirty face
of your damned soul,
Death
will crown You

And when
at the moment
You will go to the stars,
look for the answers,

We
dancing mannequins,
in a circle of death
united forever,
We
breathe in the air,
Black as pitch,
We fell asleep

We are drowning
with ghosts in the depths
of unholy despair,
and we will fall
in front of the door
of last resort,
cowardice before death,
ends with a dream.

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