Frightened kin of dying skulls enjoy life in the darkness
Enormous gripping miracles are waiting for the Beast.
Creeping at night
Treating you well
But erasing your mind
Creating itself...
What have you gained
And what have you lost
Dealing with hand of fate
Of your own...
Running over sinful blade with poison spikes around
It stores you up wonderful, amazing rusty tomb.
Creeping at night
Treating your well
But trust in your Light
In your eyes...
What have you gained
And what you felt
When the destine axe crashed
On your head...
-Rest me in peace!
-I slowly rot
From Deathmaking World...
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