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Staring at the shadows of coprolite’ lies.
Do you know the way out of the pit?
You’re one alive, between pile of cadavers;
left for dead.
And lost without a guide,
Frozen inside, -
the overcast myth; I’m begging to die.

Under the burden of friction, a historical tradition,
to delude and summon into darkness; -
to deify every aberration.

From mouth to mouth!
before livor mortis,
disease has spread!
Too weak to crawl, -
I’m falling back to the lair!

Tribulation of mankind, - to be born among the ancients;
to be dragged along by the rope of sand and a dying hand;
being an antipode in solitude; -
It’s a mass grave in the valley of convictions.
Allegory of the dead, -
Under the Sun of truth,
Harvesting the seed of evil,
The world upon its corrupt roots

Allegory of the dead, -
bear the pain until lowered to tomb.
Allegory of the dead, -
The World upon its corrupt roots.

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