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Svarttjern Misanthropic Path Of Madness

forever! A growing heart opens the raging instict The glory's uprising, this ending only once Within the third, the blue, nothing numbers Passion paths

I seek not the answer for now, true times will show the rising dominance From the fading light of your ongoing feast you shall behold the real Satanic

Closing towards the roots in height. Sensing the tracks, surreal the path. Raw, sense, far the pupils depths gaze. In to depths far beyond. Offer the

Cold lies the answers. Revealing the force within the flesh. Slowly you dreamer - You shall see. Still slaves among the dead. Casting no shadow walls