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Old Mans Child Ill Natured Spiritual Invasion

Souls tied to the chains of life, the existence ruled by Gods light the preach of terror, impales our mind words of salvation the fictional rhymes Slaves

and enter we will prepare to fall, into an endless grave Reveal our past and fulfil my dreams show us the way were supposed to live We are natures failure

I can hear the demons call from within my inner self I can feel destruction roars from beyond another world There's something coming forth visions from

A being of evil nature son of deaths creator I am the one you fear the master of your despair Raised under satans spell inspired by the judgement bells

: Strangely we await them like the morning breeze in a night so dark and silent as in the realms of death Through the horizont they now come forth, in

and enter we will prepare to fall, into an endless grave Reveal our past and fulfil my dreams show us the way were supposed to live We are natures failure

: Bring my pain to the level of death show this place the passion of hate use my flesh to feed your soul O'master retrieve the control My fate you have

: I can hear the demons call from within my inner self I can feel destruction roars from beyond another world There's something coming forth visions