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I am to become

A black hole soul

All life does wither

And I am like womb

I am to become

Like a black cauldron

Where witches brew

Their black gall

They are here

To bring ruin in their wake

A shroud of misery they carry

And with it they cover me

Through hatred born

Chased by its flames

And by them burned

Ashen vessels remains

Yet the light they shine

Does reveal a path obscure

Leading far off

Away from the lie

No longer do i see

Death's claws, but wings

The final enemy, the lord of horror

Now as the king most high