Above the infernal storm of death I shall unleash upon mankind Youll see everyone who dies Slaughtered by time In the abyss of no return Where no light burns Until the last life on earth A fire shall be awoken! Our symbols, cold, go insane and distort Dark flames, like gold, burn the solitude of scorn Gathering the dark of being As a last way to escape Depraved, defaced... Our instinct replaced... Thousand weapons are in me... again Head to head to fight this war again Embracing and ravishing cold death. Cold death... Cold breath... of cold death...
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