Internally fed, by my majesty
Declined all this they call divine
Seven arches, face deprived,
Bleeding corpses run and hide
And this is all what I denied

You’re wrong, cruelty proves the only pleasure
The ally, wrongfully accused by your sensation
The fire came and swept away all desire
Pale death machine, it rather salutes the dire
I’ll get my axe; I’ll prove you wrong once and for all
Your power justifies my actions, dismiss us!

And on we go into the storm
Not familiar with what me might meet
And on we go with obedience

Koma

Oh, sweet joy, as you long for my rose in Koma
I show my violence for only you.

I’ll rest disfigured
Until I die
Until you find me
That solemn night
I’ll rest disfigured
…until I die…

The conquered mind
Speaks so lightly
Vacuum personified, embodied

Suffocation within instant adrenaline
I’ll take away your sacred fever
Prove me wrong, I shall witness you deliver
The sword which will strike me down
A hollow demon in the form of a sinners wish
Made me realize I can never reach your bliss
In torment, in fear, despair, unknown by will
but an icon of life will show
still very few acknowledge this wicked evil

Few acknowledge this wicked evil

…and I’ll rest disfigured
Until I die
Until you find me
That solemn night
I’ll rest disfigured
…until I die…

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