The Heart full of Hatered
Smell of the Riotous scented
Flock of the other world sight
Critical level ascend height
Youth has diminish Divine law
Tablets of Truth has gone to Claw
Hades spit fire world of chaos
Scatter hells false too furious
Living home of Vengence
Juvenile practice Social Difference
Native blood transfuse stranger
Naives realm horrifying tumult linger
In a world of scorn curiosity
Cycle of evolution nothingness animosity
Raging wrath of foes
Thee above heavenly knows
Hideous being Maskaras worn
Alas! Conclusive ending mourn
Light to alter never gone
Its up to us how it is done
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