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The toys of fears,
the thoughts of mine,
the time goes on,
here is the sign,
of demonic state and demonic mind,
the demon in me is nothingness blind.
of wretched sights of demon breath,
and the wreath of death around my neck.
to close for now,
and snug and fled,
the mens souls off to be led.
an army of death,
and soldiers of light,
the red seeps in and draws a fight,
but then its gone to a place unknown,
nothing of blood and death will be shown.
skulls and wrath of angry state,
and necromancy lies in hate.
ready for death and ready for fire,
the necromancy starts the wire,
flames so tall,
the clan is gone,
and nothingness claims the fall.
so u hear the scream of treachory
and now u know whats inside of me.
and i bellow on in timeless bliss..
of noone... and nothingness...