I shall be no more There will be nothing left Once the ink is dry The void is calling my name
Haunted by grotesque visions Hollow eyes and rotting limbs A cosmic spirit of a greater order Nurtures from my soul
To see the world through the eyes of a god Like a dream in a flash of light
I make a pact with the darkest shadows Behold the fall of centuries to come
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