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[Music: Aphazel - Lyrics: GroM]
by foreign shores we tread our way no clue of what's beyond a lurking threat unknown to man an ancient force of prey
through time and space we travel on our curious natures grow an evil dark and frightening place where no man should dare to go
ave aquevale for the neptune towers subside
we unlock doors unprepared to face the horrors far beyond as feeble speaks of dust we boldly linger on and on
our souls will burn with flames so high and vanquished we will be for we are merely strangers in this void of misery
cruched and butchered drained and slayed our souls forever scream engulfed and severed, tortured and maimed with no hope to be free
anghuishly crying no able of dying a curse no one can tell forever standed and abandoned our souls will burn in hell
liberate tute meex infernis
we hear our cries we know our lies the punishment is due
beware and fear that which is near and face the world's demise demise
so far yet close this hidden evil a scythe reaping souls a breading unportrayable death will swallow all mankind
we have not seen the face of death and hell is just a word the truth is far much worse and vile our existence too absurd
the fatal verge of no return now breached beyond restraint
how many times must our souls cry before we finally learn we face what power is out of reach until we crash and burn
a warning's given us remain on our home soil for furious proxima centauri will shred this mortal coil
shred this coil
shred this coil
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