Slowly we rot

Robbed of the soul. Live in hell. Rise above the charred believings' bowel. Rise above the soul's chalky chains. Give the destiny what it's named. The darkest white brought in death balloons soon to...

I know that in the depths beneath. Guilty are the saved. I know living through pain. You will obey. You lie! Living out this day your body begins to rot. Low down here beneath living is dying. Woken...