Rotting the ways, you're coming to die.
The final darkness, of the chosen ones.
Killing the dead, rotting the waste.
Destiny comes, the bodies grave.
Life goes on even after death.
I'm telling you life goes on.
You're killing the need, rotting the way.
The soul is coming with the glorious chains.
Rotting again, killing the need.
Loud is the captives and the soul is bleeding.
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