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Burnt upon cross of death

Drown in the darkness and woe

Blight inside my soul

Dawn of season of doom

Deadly embrace of your filthy hand

No one cares the bleeding flower

Every breath hurts my tired lung

Seal the sense to feel the pain no more

Freak out, eyes are blinded

Made out of slaying and loot

Reach out to fragile sanity

To stray from the thin red line

Stab wound is opened and bleeding again

And I standstill at my tormented years

Wretched slave, cage of killing field

No one knows a conclusion of our fate

Etched grave, days of endless hell

Feel the death, redemption is too late

Tearing soul and flesh apart

Lingering scents of your remains

Searing pain and insanity

Without cause, within a fear we die

I saw the end of our days

Die for the nothing but hate

Rise of the tyrant of death

High on the fire of hell

Stab wound is opened and bleeding again

This blood reminds me of the border of the life and death