Could this be my awakening?
Am I mankind's remaining leap?
Will they stand witness to greatness or to my fall?
If I am their fate, I must be their reckoning.
I must be their reckoning!
In this exile of earth, I am an abandoned ship.
In this sea of barren aspiration.
Visions. Shrouded in clouds.
The truth I once embraced has turned into a distant lie.
Demons I thought to be drowned, have returned with supremacy
Erase the filth, the flesh dropped at the coast of Styx.
From afar, the mass looks at the horrid face of Acheron.
The howl from beyond grants me the grace of lifeÃu00ads corruption.
In the womb of hatred.
Taste. Incarnation of deceit.
Delve into obscurity Morbid!
Prisoner of your mind Liars!
Feast of the worms Rotten!
Servants of false gods Heretics!
I, the infection eradicate the moribund.
Acheron draws the circle anew.
The least will drown in their own allegiance.
And so form the endless sea of empty shells.

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