Lost Soul
Lost Soul - The Highest Pleasure lyrics
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The banners of Lust beaten by winds Piercing sounds induces panic Amongst a herd of meek sheep Scorn to those below Scorn in the highest Useless are the curses of sexless forms Dripping saliva and sighing To decomposed corpse of an ancient madman Scorn to those below Scorn in the highest A farce never seen before Grotesque masterpiece Powerless parade in black armour All limits fade Blinded vanity Scoffers whips lash
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