Tattered tapestries woven by the hands of terror.<br />
The texture of dread carved deep, nailed in.<br />
Drifting in between unconsciousness and death.<br />
Chain-connected hooks scraping at the bone.<br />
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Dread is the wood of which we build our caskets.<br />
Passitivity where once adrenaline controlled.<br />
A secret song at the center of the world.<br />
The exquisite sound of razors through flesh.<br />
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The judgement bell chimes for death of superstition.<br />
Inside this labyrinth of ameloriate pain.<br />
The burning touch of Lament configuration.<br />
Slave in the kingdom where carnage reigns.<br />
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Like a stream of poison through the veins of time.<br />
Destined to return as the tide turns.<br />
When the time is ripe you will wish that you had drowned.<br />
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It's coming, gnawing, ripping.<br />
Flesh from bone, torn apart.<br />
Welcome to where carnage reigns.<br />
Step inside the hellbound heart.<br />
<br />
The judgement bell chimes for death of superstition.<br />
Inside this labyrinth of ameloriate pain.<br />
Skin burning from the touch of Lament configuration.<br />
Slave in the kingdom where carnage reigns.