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Patching the consciousness of one, being reduced to none Slowly going insane, disorientation remains Increase the quality of their ritual dead The new corrupt bodies of the inflicted are covered with infected blood Freeing the unstable compound inside, everything they contained was absorbed Decomposing corpses of the wretched people had been knifed and tossed into graves Masses of corpses are left behind Sullying the flesh, republic of the grave Masses of corpses are left behind Sullying the flesh, republic of the grave The existence of the firstborn legend, a black heart, cold as ice A clear tendency towards sadism and destruction Raw material for corporeal manifestation, driven by primary impulses This is a fate worse than death Masses of corpses are left behind Sullying the flesh, republic of the grave Masses of corpses are left behind Sullying the flesh, republic of the grave Patching the consciousness of one, being reduced to none Slowly going insane, disorientation remains "Free will is the cornerstone of this city. The thought of sacrificing it is abhorrent. However… we are indeed in a time of war. If Atlas and his bandits have their way, will they not turn us into slaves? Desperate times call for desperate measures." Republic of the grave, republic of the grave, republic of the grave The existence of the firstborn legend, a black heart, cold as ice A fate worse than death Patching the consciousness of one, being reduced to none Slowly going insane, disorientation remains Republic of the grave