Cast in pieces of liquid Wrath the oblivion, the warning of a serenade So deranged, the decay of my wounds scars of a lost reflective shadow Once in
And the Strangest yet Strongest phase of this Infraterrenal journey has been put into the final crease With uniform eternity, depiction of the failing
and Conjuring the 4th Cataclysm And Omnipotent and Multiform, the thorns of my soul for I was the Iconoclast, the bringer of Retribution Destroyer of
torch visions of my inner conflictuality, joined by the birth of Mourning Blood-Red sun bathed crypts of Abysmal Chaos Since the early stages of this defined Retribution
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I have taken the torch, enforcing the Mirror of Destiny With the fear of the Fallen Ones, with Black Eyes of Mournful Blood Yes, Decimate and Reconstruct
Infrafate I speak to you, My Elder Ancestry I remain strong and strong is the will To conquer and expulse the decimators of the stolen Prosperity, Retribution
I)Sentence and burden In the eye of the Revolutionary storm My blazing strength is the Vortex, creator of Millennium Chaos And of voices of Honor and
This one, one of the most engaging sagas It is a recollection of perseverance and omens Of Hypnotizing protocol and whimsical chivalry Suggesting spaceless
