Succumb, Host! (The Glory Of Death, Bound To His Sigil And Sword)
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Silence
Satisfying silence
Nothing more inside
Darkness
Depressive darkness
All that is left of me
Coldness
Overwhelming coldness
Is what keeps me alive
Emptiness
All devouring emptiness
Feeds my dying soul
Thoughts
Creations of my
Destructive imagination
Caught inside myself
Never to leave
Voices calling
From beyond my senses
Haunting me in my dream
Over to be soon
Deeper
Always deeper
I am sinking deeper
Condemned to drown inside myself
Sleeples dreaming
Lying dying is this me
Condemned to drown
Inside myself
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