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Roots of Inhabitant Infernales

from Purple Vestige by SAUL

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Rampaging on within the confides
Of a weak and sunken shell
Growing tired of manipulation
Breaking nails to escape the well
I seem to face the same obstacles set by my brain and all though I can pray that bastard God drove me insane
The sorrow is immortal
Dropped through witchs portal

Carnage falls from the light above
striking fiercely upon my skull, what is the hell I have been tossed in I feel the hands give a rapid pull
Stuck in what I can not tell but I distinctly remember the smell
The grinding of meat and bones Iam neither in heaven nor hell
The kind of evil that makes men scream to the point that the throat shall swell this is where hthe turley convicted are banished to eternally dwell
I
Salivation for salvation drips from my cheeks as I pray to death
I reach out to the sky's in hope to feel the martyrs hand

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from Purple Vestige, released September 9, 2016

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