I am in pain I am... the cursed one Life is not what it was meant to be What I didn't ask for has now turned my way Somewhere in a garden it all turned
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Enter the halls of distant memory Feel your previous actions once again Your lies and deceit Your hate and long lost love Walk through the hallway of
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Rites of death Rites of undeath We're falling We're falling down I told you we're into deep Transfer life into what's dead The act of human playing
The grip no longer holds When passion abandons The bonds no longer clutch And the rope screams you name A path of daggers But where to step A hallway
The assembler of souls absorbs all within his reach His seemingly perpetual glance of doom Would even make the smallest of serenities breach As he rides
Your ideals are wicked and deceiving how can you find peace you seek the righteous, but find the void Die by the sword of live by the book Glimpse your
The art of the Y Is the excellence of X Corroding is for autumn Renewing is for spring The art of the Y Is the excellence of X Corroding is for autumn
My hands in the open wound The knife clutches near The blood of my veins spread out My flesh become soiled This desperate act of loss The pain of knowing
