Whore of Man
Night On Earth
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Mental to corporeal collapse
Will we even feel the first tremors?
Intoxicated by the stench of this corpse-whore of man
Forever cursed, defiant fools
Let the flickering sparks ignite a wildfire wrath
A beacon for the hammerhand
Crush the stylite towers
We poison the well of life
Spill the vessel of insight
Ravish the oracle of light
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Dimming the star that lights my path
A new luxury to conquer and taste
A new sin to invent and impose
Rediscovering purity of form
A new art to deliver us
No self-styled soulsearch through your weak mannerisms
In this spiritual vacuum i assign myself to failure
Dimming the star that lights my path