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Vengeance in a dying soul

Remaining under the masters control

Visions of life being societies slave

A final place for the disease to be laid

Higher up is the truth in which man seeks

Don't look back after the final leap

The body rejects the final breath

Forest reeks of unforgettable death

Crimson fog merges over the sea

And still the dying soul is not free

Blood cleanses the landscape

Soon this useless disease will be erased

°Forever lost the rights man claimed

Nothing but a forgotten name

Live and die alone in a shallow grave

Visions of life...

Man will always be a slave...°