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It will be a smoke screen. |
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Dawn of deepest evil. |
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Once you dreamed about him, |
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Now he's standing, bleeding, freezing, |
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Gazing at your empty body, |
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Craving for your choice soul, |
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One more time. |
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Meaning of no-life. |
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Suddenly caught in terror. |
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Cauldron of praying souls, |
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Piled up in the fire. |
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Bleeding. |
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Undertaken from beyond death. |
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Souls are falling. |
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[Solo: Enrico] |
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Power never understood, |
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Drench and course of all men. |
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We must see all our dreams |
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Caught and burned at awake, forsake. |
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Dimming of the feelings. |
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We didn't care so we're in. |
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New church of the blind ones |
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In search of short-lived hopes. |
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Bleeding. |
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Undertaken from beyond death. |
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Souls are falling. |
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'Till we die. |
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Evil resurrection, heretic gathering. |
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Souls he wants to squeeze, blasphemous power rising. |
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Boredom seems to altar, ignorance is the knife. |
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Ceremony of fools. So shall we survive? |
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Aware of the slaughter, submitted as a corpse. |
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Legion from the dark, the hunt works ahead. |
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Possessed for he's god, body becomes a jail. |
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The spirit will be free, devouring everything. |
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Addicted to soul raping. |
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Far from being a nightmare. |