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Beckonings From a Distant VoidCloser and closer the spiral void comes To bring your mind into madness The blinding red and the piercing sounds Tearing apart your subconscious The maze set before you but nowhere to turn As voices call you in from beyond Twisted and evil powers unknown Wrought with unrest and demonic intent Archaic and ancient it beckons you Creation of pain and infernal demise No will to resist this consuming torture Vortex of mental pain As voices call you in from beyond Confusion shall reign You're wrought with unrest and demonic intent |