My descent is the story of everyman
For I cannot enslave myself
Once misled by an empty fraudulent face
Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation
Antichristus Spiritualis
My eyes got blinded
And conned by the light
Smerten i mitt hjerte er ikke tørste
Etter himmelsk legeme
We, the prosperity of the future seal
Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind
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