Fate is punishing me with a kiss of death
It left it's marks on my broken soul
I was crucified with the nails of unlimited thirst
for supremacy

Life has left my body, funeral time
‘round my grave the crows are gathering
Celebration of triumph, grotesque scenery
Wicked apostles they are - of a coming storm

... the smell of decay
... bait for the worms

final interment at the verge of ruin, resistance
failed

Corrupted standards of values, perversion of life
itself

... the smell of decay
... bait for the worms

final interment at the verge of ruin, resistance
failed

Corrupted standards of values, perversion of life
itself

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