Weep Your Sorrow
Occultus
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Spitting blasphemies
upon the holy throne
Bleeding for ectasy
over the fragile one
Now, i have becomed
my lord's sacred sword
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Ryding silently
upon the darkest oceans
Feeling the emptiness
this anger is so unpure
Open, for a moment
let me enter your soul