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Creation inflation, damned and denied

Playing deaths game is the way to survive

Make demons of your own damn corruption

Strike out at life and make your God destruction

Fear not the loathing of others in time

They live a lie

Bring to me feeble and meek

Corpse of the world, life of the low

Burning black, oppressing the soul

Personal games, your mind is a tool

Break the restraints and unsheathe the life

Exist the way you keep inside

Fear not the loving of others inside

They will all die

Open your mind, blacken your heart

Hold nothing back, then take in the dark

Free your hand - blood cleanses the soul

Cut all rope - tie all that deny you

Believe in faith, but where's the faith in you

Give into lust as blood cleanses the soul

Defile - in a mask of seclusion, defile yourself and lacerate your mind