By the blood of the raven I will have eternal life
You ask yourself why would I endure existence of strife?
Is it not better than everlasting night?
I plan to see centuries spread out before my eyes
Do not live my life
Who will deny me?
In Heaven, on sand?
You won’t deny me!
God or man!
Inside pentagrams I have met with devils and ghosts
Ever being the most worthy of hosts
This black hole
Is getting closer to my heart
Sucking away all that was left
Only emptiness has my mind and soul
I have grown in power, such ruthlessness and guile
I have slaughtered so many, guilt I no longer feel
Who will deny me?
In Heaven, on sand?
You won’t deny me!
God or man!
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