My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement
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"I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom"
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With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul
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Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes
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This is the coldest hell...
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So now I experience a void I know so well
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A song of emptiness are fed again
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Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity
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I am alive but yet so dead
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So fucking dead...
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Written in blood over a wasteland of bones
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Reflected upon a frozen horizon
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Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation
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With a whiff of desecration and hate
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So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground
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And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile
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Stab these thorns deeper into my heart
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And free me from these depressive thoughts
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Cleanse me...
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Ah...
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This is the coldest hell...
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And Still I Wither
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| Enslavement Of Beauty |
