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Dead to All, Pride of Man
Pure redemption faded
Catatonic, my existence
The next turn awaited
Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Helpless cry, dismal dreams
Wretched souls awaken
Hated by all, resisted by some
This desolate wasteland
For I will kill again
Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Murder Tragic, senses failing
Illuminating within
Soul by soul, thus I revel
Tendrils, blessed in sin
Can't seem to stop the will to take hold of your soul
For I must kill again
Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender
Destroying my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender