Broken, my wounds spill free
Draining the life from me
Hellstorm
Ashes fall to the earth
Melting the skin from my face
Hellstorm
Through burning halls
Lead into hell
Cyclonic tyrant winds
This is the end.
The trees and mountains know nothing of this
They shall forever be preserved in the beauty of time
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