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Calcutta, India

I walk this endless night. His eyes the only light. Repeatedly he whispers my name. Fingers move and twist. Through crimson thick dark mist and voices cry of agony and pain. Close now to his kingdom. The bleak world dark and still. I follow the voice whispering my name. Approach the gate of sin. Opened up to let me in and there, He stands in flames. The price now I must pay for eternity. my soul his claim. For years of pleasures, victory and gold. The one who stands in flames. Now rise and walk my way and reach out for my soul... And He calls my name. First a whispering then louder. And he wants me to follow. And to fall down. The Eternal Fire......