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Out in the night I am the storm |
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I am the winds that slash your flesh. |
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Obscure writings cut on your ugly skin. |
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Drug-crazed of my magnificent power. |
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Back in the chapel from the morbid night. |
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You wake and depression crawl on your neck |
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I bite your heart forever with poison |
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Until you become what my plan require |
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A priest became a puppet of Satan |
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New prayers will praise Hell instead. |
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Wine changed for weird opium and alcohol. |
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Let the congregation begin. |
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Blind sheep follow you as always. |
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But they know not of the difference. |
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From here the contamination must begin. |
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Worse than Black Death,the sinister breath. |
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No return,nothing to be saved of you. |
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I feel only pain in your existence |
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Forces sir and conjurations echo. |
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Chants of melancholic dreams. |
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In this forest of suicidal memories. |
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All the graves hold corpses that do not rot. |
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Hidden from the normal humans. |
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That would never understand... |