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Where the path of ashes

Meets the frozen river of memories

You’ll pay your passage to the realm of darkness

To the sound of seven trumpets

In the tomb of broken spirit

Rotten tongues continue to breed

Their words are venomous

Feed my hungry blade

Relieve your soul from grief

Until the scorching sun burns skin

I serve you and oblivion

In the sea of fire

Your kin will burn

Your end is dire

This world is doomed

Smoldering gardens are fruitless

Locust feeds on life

Hellish fires are burning

Empty the bowls of wrath