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Decay and fear, and nothing now remains

Of life immortal, but immortal pains

Loaded with death, you know the price too well

Trading your sanity for endless screams of hell

Lonesome wanderer, behold the truth you seek

The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak

The gates of hell are open night and day

Smooth the descent, and easy is the way

But to return, and view the cheerful skies

In this the task and mighty labor lies

Intense repulsion and angst rarely viewed

Increasing the fright of the mad multitude

Taneleges

Dyseleges

Fear is legion, but strength stands alone

And the souls of the lost will eternally roam

Lonesome wanderer, behold the truth you seek

The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak