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As I wak in shade,
Eternity in pain.
With the eye in light,
possessed blood is drained.
We are fed, fed on your dead,
feast on your gone.
We are fed, on your dead,
feast on your gone.

The old wind is near,
The slain will begin.
Repuslion in dust,
when hate is calling you in.
The serpents spit,
they brought upon.
Drown at disgust,
sick souls will be gone.

Blind your eyes.
In the hole of broken bones.
Spill your souls.
To the tones of empty roles.

It's your righteous filth to crawl in them holes.
It's your righteous faith, laugh at their wormholes.
The god within, the only way.
The emptiness, for them we pray.

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