Feed your agony into me,
One can bare when prepared,
Savor freedom,that in which is granted to every birth
A casket will overflow, a flower will still bloom

Born in doom without costume,
Oh what a holy earth,
To witness sufferring, is a joy life brings,
Amour of the pure, must there exsist a cure,the impure.

Destroy our ecstasy, unleash the Demon's Black Harmony,
Shed humanity to shreds, mask the wounds man has bled.
Everything shalt be defined when there no longer exsists time

[While]Imperious among each other, the secret's revealed to one another:
Respice post te mortalem te esse memento
Faded season are all the reason why no mortal will resisto subsisto.
 
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