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In the void of endless night.

a burning fire is a curious sight.

No purpose, no grand design.

Yet chaos in its freedom shines.

All masses are burning.

Conquerors and realms will fall.

Everything turns to haze.

When the flames devour you all.

Oh, life meaning's lost.

and no hope your fate.

I'll create the fire of hate

Burning witches, dying lords.

In the midst of nothing.

i create a world of lies.

to find purpose in the hell i roam