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Been staring the walls

So sick of all the poison

Chains within still binding

Stains of rust and aching cold

Divine ecstasy glowing shadow impulses

In the womb of mundane turmoil

The choice is ours to keep our demons

In absurd world like this

As fearmongers play their pitiful games

Nothing but weakness of this plane

Their master as the chains are chosen

Chains are chosen

And family shadows, they grow taller

Inside the central sun calm and still

Darkness don’t keep us

Something within ourselves

Keeping blind addictions

In time and place and free of them

Walked through these fields

Still insecure I felt

Through the woods I ran

Just to get away from the sun

Never learning to live

In a world of light

It’s enough to survive

In a world ruled by night

Through years of chaos

This trail made of wars

Refuse to follow the sign

Sworn nothing but death to all

Stain my hands with blood

Of the mind’s I touch

This trail made of death

Still waiting for more to take

And to feast on their mind

All humanity will forsake

Accept my force, my power

Fall under my will