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the art of demise there will come the day in our lives, where we don´t have the might to decide, death and live will shake their hands, a demand for the art of demise! Speak your last prayers, your last words, you will learn, the human curse! Everybody´s begging for a nice death. But i swear, you´ll reap what you sow. When you´re down, six feet in the ground. Silence, will be the holy sound! There´s nothing left of what you have done. A living dead one is what you become. Your flesh will loosen your body. No return for the dead, no possibility! Everybody´s begging for a nice death. But i swear, you´ll reap what you sow. When you´re down, six feet in the ground. Silence, will be the holy sound! Standing on the edge of no return! The only way out (getting eaten by the wyrm)! i am the one, i´ll take you with me! Heaven or hell! Is your only place to be!!! From Letras Mania