Titanic
Into the Deepest Abyss
Death's Heavy Coil is Unwound
Titanic
The Last Generation
Back to the Abyss, Riding
Titanic
Riding offspring
A quasi-historical memory of fury
Titanic
A memory from a bygone era
A hell created by beauty and merciless song
Here! At the very bottom
Here! At the bottom of a thorn thicket
Here! In hope
They hang easily
Devilish registrants
Systematically organized
Systematic protocols
Systematically organized
In the darkest hell, the sun goes down
In the deepest pits, beasts stand on fire
Scorched by greed, rotting corpses around their bones
To the last abode, all that dies screams
When all that dies
In its coiling thorn thicket, where all that dies
Between darkness and rebirth, where all that dies
In the eternity of darkness, when all that dies
At the end of the road, thorn bushes are coiled by all that dies
On the last battlefield screams are heard, where all things die r
Where the people's Satan raises the thornbush, by all that dies
There is the smell of burnt men, by all that dies
The mandates of heaven are systematically twisted, when all that dies r
There the cry is heard like burnt children, where everything dies
Here the Devil's right to rule reigns, and everything that dies is twisted
Now is everything that dies, everything that dies screams as it coils, there where everything dies
There where everything dies
There where everything dies
Here where everything dies
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