Sanoja: Obituary. Slowly We Rot. Gates to Hell.

I know that in the depths beneath
The guilty are the saved
I know living through pain
You, will obey, you lie

Living out the pain you feel
When you're exposed to all your crimes
Low down here beneath
Living is dying

Woken, feed by thoughts
Of the dead
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And even if you try to escape
You can't even try

Enter the gates to hell
Is were you with us dwell

Fear, fear of fate
Then your fate is getting
Is getting into grind
Even as we've begun
You're decomposing as you're dying

Maimful, painful
Life after life
Thought are incinerated
Life is a crime

Enter the gates to hell
Is were you with us dwell

Burning out