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Echoes Of Terror

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Existence, throught a spirit's will 
A force, use the power of evil 


Darkness, visualize 
As light pierces through your yearning eyes 


Rebirth of a lost soul 
Your body, a channel with witch to grow old 


Mephitic, smell of death 
Rancid flesh, of the undead 


Inner screams, 
Useless tears, 
Shattered bones. 
My prayer... 
"Oh Lord... 
...Help me die." 


"Please help me die." 


This inner gloom, 
A subterrainean hell. 
A morbid sleep, 
In my stygian world. 
My mind is locked, 
At chains my thoughts. 
I pray for death. 
Euthanasize my soul. 


Sanctify me! 


Epitaph, to mankind 
Engraved, on your mind 


Stigmata, on the flesh. 
Dead images, put to rest.

					

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