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All Living FadesI hear a chant of EvilNo one stands upon me No one breathers the same freedom I swore to Evil Freedom to the left hand Barbed wire in right Halo of meanness rounds my heart Receptacle of spirit is filled with cold Dancing on the grave of mercy I drive nails in compassion I mix up wind of hope with a cemetery stench I thrust my fangs in corpse of virtue Desecrating smouldering ruins I clear a place for Evil birth Hand in hand with immortality I trample down through eternal flames of nether Flow the slowest poison I ride on your waves Bring death, bring grief Bring tears Which I will enjoy |