Hate reigns again, sitting on my crimson covered throne.
It rules with a bloody fist, and with it shakes my world.
Ruin lives again, it's flowing in my veins
The blood runs anew, drowning out the new.
The demon treads again, chaos at his heels.
It grips my chains, I forget to feel,
but I can't help my peals.
Everything is red again, the blood pours from within,
I can't resist this freezing mist,
as feeling flees again.
I let it build up inside of me,
the circle turns the wheel.
The thorn wound bleeds and festers,
and I've lost my only steel.
Greatshell
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