Follow... me.
Into, ob-scu-rity!
I'll..lead...you...
To a, domain...
Of tragic, existence!
One where the tortured spirits deplore
Cries from beyond ar heard
At one with fire, our lord
Wel-come... to..the.. Afterlife!
Too late to cry for compassion now
Have chosen non-repentance
Blistering winds consume your flesh
Ghouls all to see, unholy beaconing
Searing tides, deplete your soul
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