Remorse Is for the Dead
Eternal Descent: Unveiling the Dark Narrative of 'Remorse Is for the Dead'
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The dirty lord of the manor, surveys his filthy domain
The powerful figure overseeing his decaying territory
Too many nights raising hell, worked a little all too well
Engaged in excessive rebellion for too long, leading to consequences
Constructed a monument to denial and excess
Created a symbol of ignoring truth and indulgence
Sunk so low, crawled so far back, there's nowhere left to regress
Fallen to the lowest point with no way to regress further
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Imagining the stories these walls would tell, filled with horror
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
A perpetual cycle of harsh conditions, aggression, and disloyalty
Shadows fall through broken panes
Shadows cast through shattered windows
Careless words that are filled with hate
Spoken words lacking care, brimming with animosity
Just enough to keep it together
Barely maintaining stability
Never enough to make it work
Never achieving enough for success
All the tongues here are forked
Deception and insincerity are prevalent
We are a hailstorm of broken glass
A chaotic force causing widespread destruction
Follow the path of least expectance
Following an unexpected and unfavorable path
A huge stinking pile of sick
A large, disgusting mess
Pile it higher and higher
Continuously adding to the mess
Light the match, start the fire
Intentionally igniting destruction
Level this place until nothing is left, and take us with it
Desiring complete annihilation of the environment, self-included
Surroundings are irate
The environment is furious and hostile
Crack of dawn brings naught but pain
Morning brings only suffering
Resentment steadily grows
Bitterness and resentment are steadily increasing
Laughing in the gallows
Deriving amusement even in dire situations
Full throttle determined to fail
Committing fully to failure
Pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel
Going all out while being unaware and unresponsive
We are the lucky ones, welcome home
Ironically considering themselves fortunate, embracing dysfunction
Pile it higher and higher
Continuing to add to the chaos and destruction
Light the match, start the fire
Igniting further destruction intentionally
Level this place until nothing's left, and take us with it
Wishing to obliterate everything, including themselves
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Having damaged nerves but seeking a destructive solution
Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule
Seeing violence as a norm, not an exception
Dying beyond the pale
Dying in a manner considered unacceptable by societal standards
Your beatings will continue until my morale improves
Being subjected to punishment until morale improves, sarcastically
I don't hate you, I'm just removing an enemy
Claiming removal of an opponent without hatred
Remorse is for the dead
Rejecting the concept of feeling regret after death
I'm just removing an enemy
Reiterating the removal of an adversary without remorse
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy
Stating again that remorse is irrelevant for the deceased, especially enemies
Remorse is for the dead, the dead, the dead, the dead
Emphasizing once more that remorse is unnecessary for the dead
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