Maniacs, sick for money
Useless killers
Donate your soul for fame
Wasting his life in the hospice world
Tragically dying slowly
Feeling his body down to hell
Treading on his ego gradually
Useless killers
Donate your soul for fame
Wasting his life in the hospice world
Tragically dying slowly
Feeling his body down to hell
Treading on his ego gradually
You will feel the power of death
Holding his soul forever
Illusions in a cauldron
That will absorb you into infinity
They will destroy you even when there's nothing left.
Donate your soul for fame
Wasting his life in the hospice world
Tragically dying slowly
Feeling his body down to hell.
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Superstitions
Light Of Repentance