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Die!

Waiting in silence on the gray wall

Smoke is rising, reckoning the fates' call

...Down

In the face of death I spit my last curse

As Greed twist's the knife, it's but the next verse

Bloodstains blacken the ground

Cursed flesh, paid by the pound

Die!

Die!

Just die!

By my hand you die

Doomed to fall as snakes in twists of death, we die

Back turned to the lie

To the lie!

Mandala, mark of the treacherous

Rain-soaked skin, echoes of nefarious...

...Ones!

...Of the nefarious ones!

Cold hangs the setting sun

We shall meet again, forms untold

If...I die...soon will these lines be retold

You will never stand in the light of grace

Buried in abject disgrace

Die!

Die!

Just die!

By my hand you die

Doomed to fall as snakes in twists of death, we die

Back turned to the lie

To the lie!

Time to pay the price

I welcome the blade

Path of vengeance laid

Bred to spiral, fatal flaw

Screaming in the maw

Turn your back on me, feel my knife

Last gasp of life

Eons of vengeance, prison of ignorance

Mournful gods' compliance

Feel my knife

Curse all life

Marks upon the skin burn with hate

Roads that we create

Makes upon the skin seal our fate

Doomed to conflagrate

We burn!

Turn your back on me, feel my knife

Hear your last gasp of life