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Reality
stood
Looking back
At the ashes
Of what was left
From the ruins
Of existence
At the ashes
Of what was left
From the ruins
Of existence
The
rage within
Unleashes
the fury
Upon
the impious
As
they dare to defy
Wreaking
havoc
Unto
innocents
Mistress
Death
Stood there laughing
As she boiled
The heads of
A billion dead
Forgotten alien souls
Stood there laughing
As she boiled
The heads of
A billion dead
Forgotten alien souls
A
forewarning to abide
Never
to cross the line
As
my wicked nature
Brings
forth a wrath
That
shall strike
When
least expected
Immortal
beings can cry
In their damned isolation
When everything ends
They will still be there
Never feeling tranquil
Only knowing obscurity
In their damned isolation
When everything ends
They will still be there
Never feeling tranquil
Only knowing obscurity
A
lonely life this can be
Immortality
with a price
Roaming
ceaselessly
Among
the mortal realm
In
the shadows of night
Waiting
to rise again
I
must yield to you
To your touch, dear sister
All things must face Death
She is a patient mistress
My time has come, Reality ends
Death now must walk alone
To your touch, dear sister
All things must face Death
She is a patient mistress
My time has come, Reality ends
Death now must walk alone
In
the cover of darkness
I
have long searched
To
quench this hunger
Be
there no end in despair
Now
alone on this quest
In
the coming of the undead
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