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Beheaded Souldead

Misty skies vault of heaven guiding to the bliss of white The abode of the holy is soon to be broiled by the power of an amorphous deceiver Glittering

Summoned into this dominion, to be imprisoned henceforth A place of unbound dimensions, land of disembodied souls Journey into darkness, perpetual horror

"Lord...I mourn my counterfeit existence in surmise I defy your spineless grace." Far beyond belief resides your reality Drowned in the inserutable