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Weep Your Sorrow

Occultus

Spitting blasphemies
upon the holy throne
Bleeding for ectasy
over the fragile one

Now, i have becomed
my lord's sacred sword

Ryding silently
upon the darkest oceans
Feeling the emptiness
this anger is so unpure

Open, for a moment
let me enter your soul

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