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Enslavement Of Beauty
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And Still I Wither
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement 'I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom' With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes
This is the coldest hell...
So now I experience a void I know so well A song of emptiness are fed again Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity I am alive but yet so dead
So fucking dead...
Written in blood over a wasteland of bones Reflected upon a frozen horizon Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation With a whiff of desecration and hate
So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile Stab these thorns deeper into my heart And free me from these depressive thoughts
Cleanse me...
Ah...
This is the coldest hell...
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