Hanging on open words: nothing
Empty pages in this library of decadence
It is situated beyond these walls
Our oppression shall never be lifted
To the united steps within oblivion
And the origins of this spirit
We remain forever virtuous
The crusade is upon the land
Muse, strengthen this flesh
We thread on times of plagues
There are no celestial beings
It shall collaborate, eradicate
Our silence has come to an end
The tower shall empty
As we process onward
But the numbers squander
As traitors arise in pretentious posts
This allows the heresy to unfold
WE SHALL NOT PERISH
No remembrance to this day
But tremble to the tyranny
For conspiracy dwells here
Humble transformations will never
Gain my honour, I am gone forever
I won't forget the importance of this
Your cause is too unforgiving
Contort this sickness
For you carry this horrendous shame
This is on the verge of falling apart
I am gone forever