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Transform, transcend... Rise from the ashes of life I bless the darkness as I bless the light At the end of the line we are the same Rebirth, reshape... Make my passing come I son of darkness welcome the fading light At the end of the line we are the same Nothing... Nothing... In life and death we praise our kind Not to realize that we are sheep and nothing more We shall fall from grace and we shall suffer ever after Life is for the meek, we shall transcend Soul metamorphosis Soul metamorphosis Life, death symbiosis Mesmerized, terrorized... Haunted by our existence Never shall you be god Never shall the wicked rest I wear the flames of eternity branded upon my soul I wear the crown of the wicked and I am everlasting From Letras Mania