No more a victim of a crusade
Where souls are strung from a moral palisade
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on jewelled sands
Beneath a moon to Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins...
Exit
Sacrifice
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Nocturnal Poisoning
Legacy of Human Irrelevance
Damage Your Soul
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate
Unfailing Fall into Naught
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Legion of Sin and Necromancy
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Unblessed Be
As Fire Scourged the Heavens
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As Fire Scourged the Heavens
Slaughtered Useless Beings In A Nihilistic Dream