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Roman

Questioned for the cause that lies unknown

Pressed firmly to the hot coals

Repent for the gift of the blissful blow

For no more pain

Joints torn apart in vengeful rage

Held within the iron cage

Another soul another pain

Septic lying in their own waste

Torn apart…

The helpless dead from the start

Lives to fuel the fire of the developing ways

The darkened days

Recreated they're now our spawn

Turn their face from the light

For they fear their turn

It is known where they hide

Satisfaction through split flesh is what we reap

Infatuation with the colour of life

Living real our fantasies

Taking pleasure from the bloodied frail

The application of pain our new religion

Pray…

Torn apart…

The helpless dead from the start

Lives to fuel the fire of the developing ways

The darkened days

Recreated they're now our spawn

Turn their face from the light

For they fear their turn

It is known where they hide

Satisfaction through split flesh is what we reap

Infatuation with the colour of life

Living real our fantasies

Taking pleasure from the bloodied frail

The application of pain our new religion

Pain finds every corner of the soul

Pain makes all our dreams possible

Without… suffering…

You can't… escape…