ARE YOU THURSTIN FORTUNE? Adrift above the sky. Cloudy revelations, obscene by naked eyes.

An flying tools of torments… will penetrate the sphere. You want the rock of ages, bringing final fear.

Instruments of destruc-tion, Tools of foul plays. It’s a fiery interrup-tion, Existence drips away.

What’s it really matter? When nothing really counts. Grave eternal darkness, when you’re, drained of every ounce.

And when the nightmare’s over, the fire from the storm. To dust and fautulation… To ashes we transform.

Instruments of destruc-tion. Tools of power play. It’s a vile interrup-tion, existence drifts away.

Instruments of destruc-tion. Tools of foul plays, it’s a violent erup-tion, existence drifts away.

Instruments of destruc-tion. Tools of foul play, it’s a vile interrup-tion… Existence drifts away.

Instruments of destruc-tion! Tools of power plays! It’s a violent erup-tion! Existence drips away!!!

AHHHH!!! AHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!  AHHHHHA!!!

AHHHHHA!!!

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