Like fires freezing
The displeasing sounds of silence
(Are whispers of our groing madness)
Enlight your vision
Take a torch and lit a pyre
Burn your way to Elysium
In midst of the misery
Life tries to cling to the hearts with endeavour
But death like a fever
Strikes at the mind of the weak and the feeble
A tragic kind of feeling
When hope is gone to succumb to magik
Conjure the trinity
Of Death, Despair and misery
Feed the atrocity
Push the hate to the brim
Death is set for the weak
Death is set for the weak
Turn the tides of future past
Push the hatred to the brim
Conjure the trinity
Of Death, Despair and misery
Feed the atrocity
Push the hate to the brim
Death is set for the weak
Like fires freezing
The displeasing sounds of silence
(Are whispers of our groing madness)
Enlight your vision
Take a torch and lit a pyre
Burn your way to Elysium
Behold this kingdom to chaos
Utopy of entropy
Rise and downfall
A thorn to the black rose

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