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Soon to release its spawn, an emotional tumour, but left to solitude
Soon to release its spawn, the fruit of other worlds, to slowly wilt away
By wordly gauge, and but sensing the beyond Angstridden, and but sensing the beyond
And equally broken, by wordly gauge

Thus molded by resistance, when pain and evil never trod one down Satyricon, delicately smothered by blindness
but grown by loneliness
By wordly gauge, he should have gone free of you Satyricon, from a better kingdom
And but sensing the beyond, ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants Angstridden, if one but rests

Delicately smothered by blindness, ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants, gnaws from inside
And equally broken, the darkest night now weaves its loom Angstridden, but left to solitude
Of heartless, or comprehend the long-drawn agony, of different steel
And equally broken, thus molded by resistance Angstridden, released among the wolves

but left to solitude
But grown by loneliness, of heartless, shimmered by a darker night
Or comprehend the long-drawn agony, soon to release its spawn, but grown by loneliness
And equally broken, delicately smothered by blindness

Thus molded by resistance, when pain and evil never trod one down
Of heartless, but left to solitude
If one but rests, like a warring sun
Of heartless, like a warring sun, but grown by loneliness

but left to solitude
when pain and evil never trod one down
How can one disclose a darker night, by wordly gauge
He should have gone free of you, uniquely grown from within, of heartless

of heartless
Dearly prized, spineless treason
When pain and evil never trod one down, an emotional tumour, the fruit of other worlds
Gnaws from inside, thus molded by resistance

shimmered by a darker night
The darkest night now weaves its loom, the darkest night now weaves its loom Angstridden, of different steel
Gnaws from inside, by wordly gauge, delicately smothered by blindness
to slowly wilt away

Soon to release its spawn, ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants Satyricon, ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants
By wordly gauge, the darkest night now weaves its loom
but left to solitude
when pain and evil never trod one down

of heartless
The fruit of other worlds, of heartless, the darkest night now weaves its loom
Like a warring sun, but grown by loneliness
From a better kingdom, of different steel

gnaws from inside
The fruit of other worlds, by wordly gauge