From the distance
I see the clouds
Clouds of made of metal
Clouds made of rust
Them fools flee in panic
While i stand my ground
Weeping with joy
Awaiting to embrace the storm
I'll be reborn again
Life has meaning now
Feelings no longer mundane
I hear the fleeting crows
Death shall arrive
In the shades of grey and red
Death shall thrive
In the shape of raging dread
Damnation shall be ours
Cursing all that's alive
Damnation shall be foul
Cursing the world of slaves
CURSING ALL THAT'S ALIVE
A million swirling blades
Ride upon the winds of hate
Tetanus is their favor
Deepest of the cuts They'll make
The great storm draws near
Fucking peasants flee, Out of fear
Under the crimsom sun, I sear
At long last, The storm is here
Razors assail my skin
Not a soul to hear my screams
Metal sinks deep in the flesh
I leave for eternal dream
Death shall arrive
In the shades of grey and red
Death shall thrive
In the shape of raging dread
Damnation shall be ours
Cursing all that's alive
Damnation shall be foul
Cursing the world of slaves
CURSING ALL THAT'S ALIVE
MY HATE IS NO MORE
MY MIND IS NUMBED
MY WILL IS NOT MY OWN
MY SIGHT IS BLACK
MY LIGHT IS OUT
MY FLESH IS THEIRS
FOREVER!

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