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I bleed as a wound ripped in my flesh |
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Slash destiny into each arm... |
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With blood, with fire |
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Dead blood flows from my veins |
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(My blood feeds the firestorm) |
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And withstands the spreading blaze |
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Before the harvest of souls |
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Death whets his gleaming scythe |
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The sound of stone on steel |
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And sparks as lightning across the sky |
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Fear not you righteous ones |
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Though Death is always the winner |
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He is also easily appeased... |
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Never fear the night |
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Never fear the darkness |
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My breath scorches like desert winds |
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Far above the reek and stench |
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Time will come to pay - hell won't be enough |
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Desire feeds the leaping flames |
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Firestorm - smoke rises to the sky |
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Entrenched bodies - frozen, charred stumps |
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Screaming in silence as echoes fade |
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The light of peace glows dying red |
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The civilized veneer is drawn like a curtain |
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Drawn for the next act of blasphemy |
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And falls when the course is crimson drenched |