Distroty reality
faint ethereal decadence
vain feelings forgotten at the bottom of the abyss
stormy sea inside and out
we fight against a non-existent god
hell is the paradise of the new gods
the rebel who carries the truth on bloody golden wings
it is falling backwards in the sky
and we embrace each other in a farewell song
because every beginning has an end
tight like knots around the neck
you are about to suffocate to breathe
in a circle we free ourselves from the chains.
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