Running my self into the ground
Deafening is the Self loathing super natural soothsayer's foreboding howl
I hide behind my cowl
Under cover of darkness is not dark enough
The hounds of hell growl
foreshadowing my demise
I see it before me but I welcome it I don't despise
If there is a hell it's better than here
Any kind of sanity I only see in a rear view mirror
Fatal choices on the left hand path rejoices
Glum gluttonous hedon voices fall on deaf ears
Sedated cadence of the dirge dances on your fears
Burial cloth boiling in a broth of dragon tears
Descend deceit from the dungeon repentance released
impoverished empires dispirited are revered
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