I sit upon An ornamented throne In front of those Who celebrate I`m gone My eyes of glass Witness the twisted mass They dance in joy I`m ignorance`s toy
Pure child Immaculate Cold, white And innocent I give release From life in pain I am idol I am their hope I`m dead
Fanatic Ecstatic Obsessed Blessed with death
Stench of mortality My body rots away They boil my flesh Prolonged decay Extending this insanity
Fanatic Ecstatic Obsessed Blessed with death
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