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Yours is the path

Of the solitary wanderer

Blood of the first born son

Runs though your veins

You will bury your brothers

Time and time again

Vast is this graveyard

Full of fresh tombs

Abandon all hope

And get rid of all fear

Fuck the world

Leave behind its fetters

The fruits it bears

Are rotten inside

Sweet in their taste and looks

Yet ruin lies in their core

Keep your knives at the ready

Never to turn your back

Eyes ever open

Unyielding is the Faustian spirit

And together we'll build a pyre

For a funeral to come

Ashes remain with fragments of bone

And the night wind breaths resurrection