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Among the ruins old people I see bearing witness to their beliefs among the ruins wind strokes old moss and stones omnipotent death harvests it's faith mercifully cutting crowd of pious Beasts 'let justice be done' devoided of conscience, helpless struggle of existence slowly departing, all the believers among the ruins nothing is left let the efforts of Man be ruined, his work his home become the lairs of field Beasts I shall tangle their mind with Darkness why? because I have remorse for creating Man let the Darkness once be known to him, secondly strange... for he is the bed of harlot and the house of Lucifer King among the ruins nothing is left oh thee, grand spawn of earth's vermin which placed Inferno in my mouth your voices mightier than the biggest armies for you are like a structure, nonexisting, apart from senses From Letras Mania