A desert with no life but scorpions
Coming as a swarm, as a flood
With an abundance of deadly stings...
One for every remembrance
One for every comforting echo of the past
For blithe days of hope turned sour.
III
Internecine Iatrogenesis
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I
Sand
Si Monumentum Requires Circumspice
Renegade Ashes
Knowledge Of The Ultimate Void
Standing On The Work Of Slaves
Absolutist Regeneration
A Chore for the Lost
You Cannot Even Find The Ruins…
Insanity Supreme
For Fire And Void Become One
Abscission
Genocide Operation
The Synarchy Of Molten Bones
Forever Cold
Monument of Hate
Sacrificial Theopathy