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Bring forth the snarling jaws of the wicked

Embrace the carnage upon our nations.

I shatter the laws of humanity

I am my own creation.

I follow the stars of the blackest of nights,

Scorned upon the suns first light.

There are voices in my head keeping me alive.

I stare at my blade's reflection but only see the sky.

Could suicide soon be my sweet divine?

The skin is rotting right right before my eyes.

I feel nothing beneath this empty sky.

I can feel the misery approaching

Throughout these cold and horrid nights.

There are voices in my head keeping me alive.

I stare at my blade's reflection but only see the sky.

Could suicide soon be my sweet divine.

I have walked the path of the dead and followed you every footstep.

Leading me beyond this world.

Into the bowels of hell.