This silent hill
Of pure subproduct
From today's society
Cradle of nowdays insanity
The blackness of alone ones
Changing their colors to pure dark
Desiring your soul to adore
To fed theirs starving feelings
To build an altar for your sacrifice
Carved by the sins you want to commit
To die and rise as a new one
King of black magic
Above this cradle of witches
To make true all my wishes
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