Self Inflicted (Nihilistic)
de Ritual of Despair
Even though the world
Was in our hands
And life whispered in our ears
We could only gaze
At the eager distance
That would soon live within us
The slowly emerging shapes
Of the innermost despair
The innermost depair
Más canciones de Ritual of Despair
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Compromised Disguise
Forced Opposition
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Die With Nothing
Die With Nothing
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Eliminate
Eliminate//No Sympathy
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The Consequence of Weakness
The Consequence of Weakness
