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covering all thoughts of conception untold by the prince of darkness endure hated contrast of moments broken into clusters of tales my lungs are fading into black gasps for scarce lag of vanity a collection of lies infect the wound leaving deaths door open for me a final soul of criminal intent will be found and convicted memories existing down the long path when my life breaks holding on while i pick up pieces and my fingertips burn away unable to realize (identity) and nothing will change the (horror) ravish legions come to burn it away punishment, pain, imposed torment a child sinning, a haunting gratitude blasphemy resides in cursed followers. Aus Songtexte Mania