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Breathing the stench of death Release soul from monotony of choked life I am and I'll stay in the attraction of the dark It's only space of rest Tracks of peculation, pain of ceremonies See the look of the beast Which is dissecting you alive Chosen way into the pulsing fire Burning senses prompt the danger I'm not afraid of the pain, it's the custom Bloody sunset, I'm killing myself again Like I'm beaten through with nails I stay in quad of hysteria