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I gather, no longer ventures into your eyes

I am Plotting a way to journey home at last

The darkest mortal ever born

Not feared the wrath of your jealous god

I invented noble miseries to plague the creation

A bloodshed and quick death would take the lot in damnation

Marching to the gates of death, leaving this temple

Devouring own possessions, destroying human’s ego

Carve away to the everlasting breath in hopes

Deep in mind I am now the immortal one

At the dark night I came upon hungry for truth

Lost in pleasure, still in the bloom of my youth

When the young dawn shone

The true son of Satan shall spring

Who knows the world by heart

So glorious and strengthful shall ascend