Behold your oblivion
We will tell you when it’s time to die - it is your destiny
Manipulation of the lifeline is the purpose of our existence
Forever erased
Risen like a fallen angel
We are the soulless
We are the night and
We are the kings of darkness
Placed in the form of a God-made beast
Cursed with the touch of a dreadful blight
We are the kings of darkness
The blackened carriers of pain and decay
Never ending pain and decay
We do not carry emotions inside us
As we have been rotting, defected from the inside out
We are the essence of darkness and light
We are the birth and we are the night
Embrace your oblivion, genocide
No more rotting in the tombs like corpses
Like corpses on the graveyard
For we have
Risen like a fallen angel
We are the soulless
We are the night and
We are the kings of darkness
Placed in the form of a God-made beast
Cursed with the touch of a dreadful blight
We are the kings of darkness
The blackened carriers of never ending pain
Fucking kings
We are the essence of darkness and light
We are the birth of your existence
We are your final grave
And we are genocide
As the daylight fades away
The blood of my enemies shall fill the graves beneath
Rotten in the tombs like corpses on the graveyard
Rotting in the tombs no more, for we have risen
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