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Chasm The Deathcult For Eternity

tragedies judge my trip as I spit with bitter anger to their disgusting and pale shapes.. for all those Lost Years, I evoke eternal Solitude an infinite

return, the coming, the Desert, withthe sun as my witness, but Blackened, in desolate ways we are wandering, Bleeding... These geometric agony that I have stand for

Standing in the Heads of the graves, As I count the Universal Dreamscapes, I watch the Silent Journey of Souls, with Joy an Pity for their Eternal quest

25 years of void, I've been dead...awaiting, always with a two-faced sky above me, Searching for forgotten realms of the sun and loosing the sense of

your ignorance shall be your Tomb, Burn with me as you cry and scream, but I will play the Final march with mind, body, and soul full of pride, still waiting for