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Wandering through darkest mists

Through places you thought is not exist

You want to find the answers why

Your life still rotting trough the time

A dreadful nightmare

Just turns into reality

You’ve been haunted down

Then caught and tied up

A Misanthropes

In their black hoods

Will drag their prey

Into the catacombs

Deep down through cold corridors of madness

Trough the basements of hopeless scream

Where your life is no more yours

And all hope is dead as you

Separated limbs

Blood streams from the wounds

Black mass out your throat

Chocking on black gore

Separated limbs

Blood streams from the wounds

Black mass out your throat

Chocking on black gore