The last applause - your struggling breath
The hand of fate points the thumb down
The bitter truth - your black swansong
A new addition nailed in death's crown
The colors fade - your grave reserved
The fate is sealed you'll perish in despair
The stench persists - your putrid form
An impure soul will vanish in thin air
Defeatism - the ripper's scythe on your deceased remains...
Demented - as the last grain in your hourglass fades...
The hope is lost - your beloved flee
Like a stray dog abandoned and despised
The sane forfeits - your mind blurs
As gods forgive some devils laugh disguised
The pointless struggle - your decaying corpse
Disfigured flesh fed to the hounds of hell
The oblivion - your ceased aborning
Cleansed by the echo of your funeral bell
Defeatism - the ripper's scythe on your deceased remains...
Demented - as the last grain in your hourglass fades...
Your delusional sickness praise falsehood
An anguished blessing in disguise
My worthless flesh is torn to pieces
Unknowingly ingrained from insatiable creed
Better for me or better for you - A SICK-BRAIN!
Trying to win or trying to lose - A DEATH GAME!
Absent grief or rememberance for you - The last grain -
In your hourglass fades!
Always lurking in the shadow
With your opulent figure to command
The moribund scars are filled with sickness
My premonition was real, the nemesis is here
Better for me or better for you - A SICK-BRAIN!
Trying to win or trying to lose - A DEATH GAME!
Absent grief or rememberance for you - The last grain -
In your hourglass… fades!
Better for me or better for you - A SICK-BRAIN!
Trying to win or trying to lose - A DEATH GAME!
Absent grief or rememberance for you - The last grain -
In your hourglass fades...
No grief or rememberance, for your last remains
As the very last grain, in your hourglass fades!
Your last remains... in your hourglass fades!
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