Ruina Est Hominis

The black plague is coming on
under the rainless land
spread of the night
breaking souls

collapse of mans
the fall of the iconoclast

hominid puppets
looking for an exit
slavery or death
the fall of mens

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The fright of being looks us in the eyes
in a lethal blast
dissaster firmaments

we feel the minds hanging
in the threads
of his own skein


Despair enters through the cracks
the deep air is fleeting
The pilot of this ship
can fall asleep



Ex spiritibus enim sie te aeris
er daemonium ab grandus quinquino
ostium ligate diabolum hunc
hoc captionem
er daemonium ab grandus quinquino

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