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Undefined Terror
Frozen eye lids shut;
stitched together made from tears dried up.
Trapped amongst the walls that chain the basic instinct;
the capsulated heart you held one time before has fled.
The roads of nowhere leave you deep behind in contemplation.
An unforgiven life that's wasted off another soul.
At war with self projected figures;
destined to never die.
Broken body suffers within and outside.
Hands of darkness placed across your chest;
gripping at the flesh that, for it, they obsess.
Crying desperation for final purification;
your screams I will not hear.
My sword of life;
it follows until the smite comes, ever so severe.
Lead this trail;
follow the lust that you very much desire.
The one that slaughters the rest;
the claw of Death shall never grow tired.
You face your fate to rot away;
return in favor for what has been done.
The morbid fall of all eternity has already begun.
stitched together made from tears dried up.
Trapped amongst the walls that chain the basic instinct;
the capsulated heart you held one time before has fled.
The roads of nowhere leave you deep behind in contemplation.
An unforgiven life that's wasted off another soul.
At war with self projected figures;
destined to never die.
Broken body suffers within and outside.
Hands of darkness placed across your chest;
gripping at the flesh that, for it, they obsess.
Crying desperation for final purification;
your screams I will not hear.
My sword of life;
it follows until the smite comes, ever so severe.
Lead this trail;
follow the lust that you very much desire.
The one that slaughters the rest;
the claw of Death shall never grow tired.
You face your fate to rot away;
return in favor for what has been done.
The morbid fall of all eternity has already begun.
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