Home is where hate thrives
Black night
The shadows linger as the mind panic
Red eyes
Peaks of blackened ranges in the distance
Only the weak can suffer with pride
Home is where the last breath whistles
Grey vision
Haunted and with the hammer of cosmos above
Live to die
The light is behind you now
Toneless cold darkness awaits
Feet seeking solid ground
Nothing is all
Live
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