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All shall decay, when abandoned
All shal decay, leaving
Everything behind the shoulders
Alone with few doses
And behind us remains, stays to decay
As buccaneers of the sleeping city,
Sailing towards the unknown

Buccaneers, with the blackest sound,
truest, illest

Sleepless nights, smell of death
From the Sewers
The grey misery breathers
The eyes of whores inspire poets
Everything decays and feeds death

I cired Asmodeus so you could find strenght in defeat
I cried and he said
That here is worse than in Hell

All shall decay, beautiful women,
Dreams and heroes,
Family, friends, streets,
All shall decay

The eye patch is to row against buccaneers,
With the blackest sound,
Truest, illest
Rotten is an attitude,
In the hands of the new chosen
With sad eyes and no tomorrow
With shitty jobs in a ten floor hell

I cried Asmodeus so you could find strenght in defeat

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