Better left behind,
Bitter for your stab,
Nothing left to find,
No bodies to be fed.
Best forgotten,
For all the rage build,
Everything's rotten,
Everything's your fault.
The blood stopped,
The veins are now empty,
Your bones now crush and stomped,
You are now sedated.
Grind you teeth,
Fight,
Rise your sword to the sky and the Hell above your feet,
Fire is the end, beginning and all of your sight.
In my mind I find the mist,
In the mist She was standing,
For all that I dream,
It is the prophecy that She is passing.
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