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He entombed my dreams
under a blood red velvet.
He unleashed my forces
into infinite obscurity.

With grotesque pleasure
the carnage is come.
At the gates of black horizons
he lies in wait.

With grotesque pleasure
the carnage is here.
At the gates of black horizons
he lies in wait.

At the edge of sanity,
before the creation of time
he born.
Through gardens of grief,
in the embrace of evil
we sin.

In the frost of inferno he behold
a pocket size sun.

With grotesque pleasure
the carnage is come.
At the gates of black horizons
he lies in wait.

With grotesque pleasure
the carnage is here.
At the gates of black horizons
he lies in wait.

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