Crash the Disincarnated
Crackles of something made of wood
whistles as wind from an open door
hiss like nails scratching the wall
Becomes taller that shadow on the wall
start shining eyes in the corner of the room
so clear that shape... how can be seen
in this dark?
Steps ever slow and ever near
breaths all around like coming here
feeling of imminent threat
Crash...
My black art, my immortal aura
you cannot pass.
My black art, my immortal aura
I crash you dísincarnated
Feel the presence of superior demons
Leave this piace for I'm one with them
They won't let you take part of my force
You are going to go back to the place
you carne from
I crash you... disincarnated.
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