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    One candle left to burn now, a mountain left to scale. to prove
    My dedication, a final bond to cut.

    Birth was the start of a vain search for lies, banalities forced to
    Endure. i ask you deliverer, can you take this pain, to pay this i
    Need you undone. another gift was offered, her life left in my fist
    To accept my blessing, bowed her head, disgraced.

    Face start to glow as i enter and enslave her. my force starts to
    Work upon her soul. i am your heir and the legacy your own one
    For love you shall visit this dark plane.

    Her twitching body's aching, it shakes in fear, the tears are
    Pouring down. she begs in cries to heaven, my sin was wrong,
    Can you forgive my actions. no fucking way.

    What she disturbed awoke, opened up its eyes. watching her
    Decay, bleeding seems to be its ways. pungent odors now rise,
    Gore, tremblind in fear. for a piece of mind is a distant memory
    By the carnage of her soul, dead, mutilated faith. demonized in
    Deep, tunnel, life is now enclosed. revelations is all gone,
    Haunt, for the guilty one. framed within the dark, evil,
    Exits won't appear.

    You have been measured and your sins will condemn you
    You gave life, it has to be reversed. judgment now es and she
    Looks at her body. the stench comes from her own rotting flesh.

    Demonic environment it's trying to pierce through her soul
    All that surrounds her must die, reach for the fire axe. stab the
    Shadows cutting the air effect none, there's no escape. start to
    Realize she will hit nothing fleeing from the holocaust
    Understand it's useless to run.

    Solo: karlsson

    As hostage she will serve me, locked forever trapped. a sacrifice
    Of willing, bought me tremendous might. stepped out of life into
    Places of obscured chaotic dimensions abroad. unspeakable
    Terror to man its unknown the kind of destruction it holds.

    No more strings sustain me, i'll leave for what's beyond. my dead
    Soul now waiting, before the gates bizarre

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