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Dead Eyes in hollow shells A distant rumbling in this hell Clinging to existence, infected lives Fungus of humanity in decay thrives How morbid you are in total failure A leading star; but also descending Formless, disengaged and mordant in reason (by all means) vindicate your action, But we see your ending Isolated and dead congregation No longer in exile or hibernation An epach is over, rejoice, rejoice! Prepare for a head count of our enemies loss No room for believers or erratic behavior Rid the world of this pestilent plague In times of enlightment they've been outspoken You have conquered the throne of damnation All there is to inherit; a worlds demise You have conquered the throne of damnation Crown yourself king of everything despised Aus Songtexte Mania