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Wretched is my call

I am the thorn in your rose

I am your dreadful nightmare

I've tasted from the unclean host

You soon shall fall unto me!

Devastating anger, fullfillment through hate

stripped of any sanity, merciless will depraved

consumed by desolation, fierceness is my engine

surrender to fornication, hail the art of sin!

When my eyes are out of tears

No emotions left to feel

Swallowed by the abyss of ecstacy

tempted by the kiss of shame

grim malicious lunacy, finally unfolding the veil

inhale deep now the wind of the apocalypse!

Arrows of doom, soaked in wrath

covered in foam, destined to hunt down my prey

My bloodlust never to be quenched

my hunger never to seize

I'm in pain, therefore I am...

Malicious Grim Spirit