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Storm Legion Desolation Angels

Slowly crawling down the hole I came from A voluntary return to that which drains me completely Fading breath Thinning blood Twisted body parts and all

We tear apart the foundation we were given Since our nature allows the questioning of what we are Our torment given as a gift to use for whatever purpose

Overlooking the fall towards the abyss Wondering in which breath I choose to fall Reaching my end? When the mandrake speaks its last words I will seize

[Instrumental]

The images sprung from the blade of my kingdom and with it a burning Ring gave its way onto the night dying like sterile souls of unborn creations White