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Night comes down

Wisdom of nature is here

When graveyards slumber

Comes to our soul

Cancer on brain

Deconsecrate... Mysteriousness...

Blind eye that cannot see

All together gives growth...

Six-hundred misery

Goat from beside

Mournful Nature-hate

Monument of frozen soil

Sacrilegious

Misanthropist

Cleansing with march

Forces of all...

Aaaahhhhh... ha ha ha...

And condemn your fusion with grace

Your choice has been dead!

This time is not so far, DEATH DAYS!

No beauty is everlasting... suspect!

Lust and pleasure awares

Your heart no longer will exist

Became my slave I'm your idol

Inner sanctum, pity from (the) bells