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The wage of sin

the war against the flesh

The mind corrupted,

the temple desolated

Living death

rotting within

Unspeakable horrors

take place in secret

Hiding behind a curtain,

pulling the strings

Betrayed by a contract,

slave to damnation

Personality taken over,

soul evacuated

Conscience is murdered,

appearances are maintained 

Hiding in the darkness,

sleeping in the day 

Enemies of the sun

workers of inquity 

Pain their pleasure

Hell their heaven

Dead forever, 

Damned to perdition