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Ghouls, rotten to the marrow, prone to prophet's vagary
Skeptics tremble by the scepter that grants life eternally
Tolling in the distant background, summoning the bold and meek
A voice unending, yet unheard of, calls on all who cannot see
Empyrean quest a nightmare has been born
Eternal tribulation
Stench of rotten flesh, no savior reborn
Forever lost in scorn
Empyrean quest a nightmare has been born
Eternal tribulation, forever lost in scorn
Dolorum ipsum quia
Locus deperditus
Libera te tutemet ex inferis
Ghouls, rotten to the marrow, prone to prophet's vagary
Skeptics tremble by the scepter that grants life eternally
Tolling in the distant background, summoning the bold and meek
A voice unending, yet unheard of, calls on all who cannot see