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I walk the walk of Damnation

to breathe fire into the cold heart

they must be scorched with the flames of damning resolve

staring in the face of murder

behold the face of a killer

selfhatred

I behold my work

I behold the world burn

reduced to ash their world burns

vaporized in a storm of Hell

their molten flesh interred where they fell

mother and child, when our judgement rained

immortalized in their final farewell

in the infernal blast furnace

a mere liquid of everything once alive

and once the rain of hellstorm had begun

there were none to back down, none to return

as our righteous wings carried their doom

and there was a young girl singing

with no words to hear, the dirge of despair

infernal sirocco took the air, and the burning roar ate fear

and they all burned

theirs is the salvation through fire