Emptiness as far as the eye can see
All around you embers falling
Wake up and smell the ashes
What have you done. Is that your way?
Scarcely, you can see those lights
Which guided you. Called on you to slaughter
Now the darkness attracts your mind
Draw your swords, don't think
You haven't come to your grand finale
No river to wash dried blood on you
Don't stop, strike and leave no sould behind
Leave no doubts in your mind
Blood is sweet, death has to come
You torturer is gone, now it's time to play
Stay primitive, the way you are

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