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    My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement
    "I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom"
    With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul
    Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes

    This is the coldest hell...

    So now I experience a void I know so well
    A song of emptiness are fed again
    Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity
    I am alive but yet so dead

    So fucking dead...

    Written in blood over a wasteland of bones
    Reflected upon a frozen horizon
    Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation
    With a whiff of desecration and hate

    So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground
    And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile
    Stab these thorns deeper into my heart
    And free me from these depressive thoughts

    Cleanse me...

    Ah...

    This is the coldest hell...

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