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1 - Raised By The Wolves I have fled to the outermost realms to hone my senses The wolf alive inside the current Let the abyss be my solitary superior Raised by the Wolves, in droves we follow the scent of blood The order of the wilderness under the ancient sun I am the sacred predator The wolf in me brought forth We are the scarce, in true obscurity we are feared Feel the gash of my defiant will Not god by chaos hears the prayer 2 - Mass Of The Phoenix I strike the bell, I light the flame, I utter the mysterious name; ABRAHADABRA 3 - When Anti-Humanity Flourishes When the frozen wood thaws, this paralysis will be the past A new paramount: the righteous king of void The counter of creation resets to zero The population of trees will still thrive on the reclaimed soil-throne When anti-humanity flourishes the negative canyon morphs into fierce color Syrian extermination order God is to live in the dog Live in Evil 4 - Wandering Winter Winds Hail inevitable solstice Winter circle, guard of the moon Tides of ice, shield of the frigid star Under the cloadk of tundram the temperature plummets Monochrome visions of the artic Season of seance, science of silence Lifeless soil, lion persevers Inexorable distance, cold blood sanctuary under the cloak... The sound of nothingness Deafening roars of wandering winter winds I bid the sun farewell as it flees from the cursed sphere Numb bones, painless in hibernation 5 - Black Heart / Black Lung The match I threw into the howling wind burned down your whole forest Stepping on the ashes, reaching for the switch Internal universe on the verge of extinction Black heart, Black Lung (admiring the thought of earth as a burning star) I am not alive 6 - The Aftermath Was Morbid Severed veins, I knew it all along Sorrow, failure Return of the icicles 3rd equinox and many long days to come Ugly bullets, scammed by commitment Forest of ashes, unleashes the hex I sharpen my tongue for many long days to come Burnt flesh, claustrophobic room Crushed insect, revealing of the turncoat Five five's deep in the march to the coffin Abandonment, death to yesterday Betrayed, death to retrospect Blood is nothing but the fluid of heart and hate This knife you stuck in my back is mine to keep One day you'll see it in my hand in your sleep ....but it will take a lot more than that to kill me
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