Lake of Blood - He Who Becomes | Текст песни

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divinity internal accord my unmerciful fist and a heart as black as the cold starless night.
trumpets ring silent, an unending swan song to my foe.
percussed by the sounds of thunder, and the menacing pace of death's tread.
such beauty in becoming, a melodic dirge to invoke ecstasy.
divinity internal accord my fingers to wage strife
and my blade to cut and enslave.

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