1. FACELESS TORMENTOR

Cold
So cold my teeth are chattering
My breath is a poisonous cloud
hovering above my head
And all my dreams
They tell me to sleep
Trying to reach my chapel of sanity

One shot, one kill
That is all you have
to preserve our kind

Cold
So cold my teeth are chattering
My breath is a poisonous cloud
above my head
All my dreams call me to sleep
I've reached the chapel of my sanity
And see what is left of me

I cry
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