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Back from the dead Across the axis of dreams A malicious hunger The bloodline still streams I am a martyr of the dark side A tyrant in soul and flesh Triumphant I stand in a blaze of fire As dark silhouettes of dancing shadows Caress me with desire I rise from the abyss below A disciple of darkness Bound to this earth The spirit wander In a realm of emptiness I am a martyr of the dark side A tyrant in soul and flesh My art is a reflection, a mirror of tormented images A labyrinth of morbid minds cathedral halls of stone Abysmal ruins Walking a path of putrefied flesh In the garden of rotting sculptures Everything dwells in an aura of death And the presence of nocturnal vultures From Letras Mania