Object of Affliction Lyrics by Blightmass
She came to me in the aura of a tyrant
An angelic thing, ever steeped in tragedy
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She came to me in the aura of a tyrant
An angelic thing, ever steeped in tragedy
Rise! The Ark of parasites
They protect me and I keep them deep inside
I wander through the breathing corridors
As I did centuries before