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Patching the consciousness of one
Being reduced to none
Slowly going insane
Disorientation remains

Increase the quality of their ritual dead
The new corrupt bodies of the inflicted
Are covered with infected blood

Freeing the unstable compound inside
Everything they contained was absorbed
Decomposing corpses of the wretched people...
Had been knifed and tossed into graves

Masses of corpses are left behind
Sullying the flesh
Republic of the grave

The existence of the firstborn legend
A black heart, cold as ice
A clear tendency towards sadism and destruction

Raw material for corporeal manifestation
Driven by primary impulses
This is fate worse than death

Masses of corpses are left behind
Sullying the flesh
Republic of the grave

The existence of the firstborn legend
A black heart, cold as ice
A fate worse than death

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