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Heed all to the testimony of a mad era silenced by fiends
Grande dark forces' powers unleashed upon his (mind)
I'm not too cynical, but deep down we were hoping he was just some fool
But to get weaved in this psychic web unable to free my soul
In death, I would hope to part, to some nothing pool far from my art
Disgraced, disemboweled, cannibalized
For some cult fucking priest, to know the lies, yeah
I ain't no servant of a necromantik
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