Creators...
Evoke your tragedy.
You can't deny your lust for destruction.
Predators...
Dance once more waltz with the flesh of your prey.
Your sharpened teeth will sink in a passionate kiss...
There's no hope for redemption.
Your cemeteries so secrene, with gothic dark cathedrals.
I am the Destroyer of Life, I hear you chanting for me.
A Great Mass... of Death
It's the quiet of absence.
A concerto of sadness.
A Great Mass...
I hear you chanting for me...
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