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Absent minds embarking in ancient rites
For reasons obscured and obsolete
A crippled herd without no direction
Walk the forgotten path
Manic relief in forsaken faces
A sign of lost times
Scriptures of horror and blistering death
Towards the rapture, as I take my final breath
In torment they will not be abandoned
Submitting to lies, submerging into doldrums
A riddle for the mute
A guide for the insane
The call of the apocalypse, final retribution
Catalyst deconstruction, death submerges
Scriptures of horror and blistering death
Towards the rapture, as I take my final breath
A veil for the blind, a chant for the deaf
A riddle for the mute, a shield for the numb
A shroud for the mind, a guide for the insane
A quest for the abject, a dance for the dead
A crutch for consolation