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Anathema An Iliad Of Woes Demo

that burned in your heart is doused by the grip of death's hand Asmodeus, the spirit of lust bears his necrophile ways for the wishes of the demon in

Existence, throught a spirit's will A force, use the power of evil Darkness, visualize As light pierces through your yearning eyes Rebirth of a lost

: [Dream:] In the world of my subconscious, a realm of the unknown a vision is carved by the almighty hand The agony of a thousand souls supressed by

Poison of our worlds In times of darkness, of death and decay he grasps dominion all over His stench hovers as shame in the house of fraticide An impressive