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When I looked at evils face.
Death I've seen beyond.
Killing Darkness.
Of rotting pain.
Chilling your spine.
Finding death rots slow.
Killing darkness is coming.
Flow.
Chilling your veins.
Rotting your soul.
Translate to:
When I looked at evils face.
Death I've seen beyond.
Killing Darkness.
Of rotting pain.
Chilling your spine.
Finding death rots slow.
Killing darkness is coming.
Flow.
Chilling your veins.
Rotting your soul.