Streaming awful purity ripped from the oculus gaze
At the zenith, the zenith of a nightmare
Crystal clear blood spraying from the heart
Soaking back into the wound (Wound)
Of imperial loss
Ethanol, the patriarch, sombre and pale
The mechanism destined to fail
Child not of divine passage
Withering in faith and skin
Weathered from tears
Sits alone without the answer, trembling in fear
Oh how we lust without the know
How we wonder in a weeping rage
We shriek in acceptance of thе misery
That we are not homе
He is not home
Slow hell
Your hell unfolds in slow motion
Slow hell
Your hell unfolds in slow motion
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