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Dark as night, smoke arise in archaic rites

Holy sight, with Liturgy in their minds

They overtake my life

Gathering of Souls, all for thy lord

Cleansed in Asphyxia

Symbols of light, torches burning

all bellow me

I stare at the sky, my thoughts have been deprived

Could not escape, your god of lies

Cleansed in Asphyxia