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Old Man S Child The Pagan Prosperity

graves and set life in bondage. Put your spell's on me and possess my soul, feel the human hate grow strong embrace this time... until it's gone Take

: Believe in my and worship my dream become what I want you to be, where silence rule and emptiness flows in the wind, can you feel my call ones again

, raised by Hell Feel his hunger, smell his breath you know you will die when the beast of night returns. Now his presence reigns they can feel it's

: In my world where emptyness lies and nothing but hate controls my mind. My mountains too steap to conquer I'm trapped inside myself. Torn apart by