Caught and beaten, once the witch hunters havetracked you downTaken
Composed by At The GatesWe are blind to the worlds
Die!This is my lifeInvasion of my privacyDo not make my
Twisted winding valleys, dismal jagged peaksWretched land of old, blackened
I am fighting To stay alive but my life has
The artist of the terrible creates a physiology of fear.Putting
Seven keys, formed in a circle Power of the cosmos
Alone at night in her grave Sweetly rotting away Her
Mass seclusion corroding my thoughts Stolen memories reach out to
This is my destiny, This is my life To fight
Ancient fire opal, translucent stone of the secret flame Imprisoned
Putrid stench in the air Purified by rot Maggots infest
Life has ended My journey begins Soul left to wander
I am night, fly with me Follow my dreams and
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