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An immortality in pain, will dip humans in the oblivion
they forsaked this world, wich formely was our.
Leaving only humans wrecks and distresss after their passage,
taking with them all our thoughts. Their quest being programmed,
by the craving for spirits, transfixed bodies
and fear, are the traces of their comer.

Immortal!
will you be able to die?
will you able to suffer?
mental substanceless, your agony won't find an end.

No one can or will be able to stop them, thoughtless is the man
who would try to rise and face up to them.
Ancient civilization of genetic curse, nobody will never get the answer.
The real question, is to know that is if we may hope something.

Immortal!
will you be able to die?
will you able to suffer?
mental substanceless, your agony won't find an end.

Immortal!
will you be able to die?
will you able to suffer?
mental substanceless, your agony won't find an end.

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