Cold the dawn made of morning dew
Relic pictures covered with dust
Black tears flow from cloned eyes
The fall of grace
GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING
I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND
MY SALVATION
Tearstained snow embraced in summer
Cosmic utopia arrives
Perrenial odium
The blood on my hands dissolves but
GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING
I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND
MY SALVATION
GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING
I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND
MY SALVATION

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