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Vii Arcano The Inner Deathscape

invoke the inner deathscape Mutilated so gently. Fire of falseness Wings of desperation react to the void Embracing the lost paleness Emerging for safety the inner deathscape

[LP version only - Original verison by KISS] It's not the beauty maybe ...Just you're still hot Want to live together What they forgot Join the will

the nonsense voices Too busy to give not worth meanings To what seems to be the reaching key Shut down words to hold back the pure Inner screams from

As a man falls in his unknown He stops his mortal time. The state of slave-being is put to an end And suffering grows sharper. Yearning what we detest

of exalt, unable to breathe Crescendo of enthralling hatred Meet the masterpiece in the dead Pose, eyes locked, you're turned into art Deathscapes already

Hope. The will of the lost Vision of the fooled Eraser of sights. Compromised sanity Smashed by the early daylight Make descend the aura of reality