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Will of Ancients - Unbirth
Storages of materia collapse in spere of inconceivable ancientness
Mankind weeps in it's last hours
Decayed at it's feet
Demons are almost come
With outstretched arms driven far by blindness seeking refuge through
Ruins of a dark past
I summon forgiveness the one that cannot be conceived by
Demon bigess retartment
Our witless mind
The dominant impulse
Biger
Light loses intensity vanishes
It will never lead us again in this dark world
The will of atlantis
Ruination of progress
With outstretched arms wrapped in biomechanical umbilical cords
I hold my last breath waiting for the end
End end
Waiting for you
Storages of materia collapse in spere of inconceivable ancientness
Mankind weeps in it's last hours
