Communication of anger
Countenance of hate
Fall of defences
To utter ruin and we believe
These must exist so we can too
And though it chars and blackens us
Will not let go
And through our acceptance
Of the devil's blood
Monsters we become.
Countenance of hate
Fall of defences
To utter ruin and we believe
These must exist so we can too
And though it chars and blackens us
Will not let go
And through our acceptance
Of the devil's blood
Monsters we become.
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