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And so the martyr begs, bury it in ashes and let it there
All that shall born it's fair to perish, let the process be done
It will strike as the hammer, bringing the new age of chaos
There will be nothing to hold on, no dogmas and no injected ideas

No more time wasted, as the cold winds penetrate your skin,
let it be done

The flaw that live's inside, crush, decimate it,
Banishing decency once for all

A demon has come to me,
A vision he describe it, a new reality I would accept it
Tear it down all the rules

Deny all, destroy the walls of truth,
Testify the born of the new man

The process of rotting the spirit will be done,
We shall not fear, a new wind will come to us.
Filling my lungs with no hope, be buried in the grave of agony

And we still analyze the prototypes that walk through the blank,
Levitating beings in a place where we can call the inevitable
forgetful

Nailed under the skin by the original sin, a devoid being
In deeply regret we will mourn, and hatred will become our scape
The last breath of a dying plague, celebrate, we're dead

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