The values of a blind man praying
To a god he does not believe.
Lost in the sound of the music
Within a star on its way to hell.
The living gods of the dark
Answer to the cries of the dead.
I am the king of the shadows,
The demon of anguish, of war, of confusion.
A legacy of loneliness and pride.
The infantry of terror and hate,
Bringing apocalypse to the mind.
A human heart made alive
A curse upon that isolated side.
Abandon the meaning of the word.
The unconsciousness of the past.
Nothing ever lasts forever.
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