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Greed of blood |
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Makes the believer a rabid beast. |
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Mass comes to an end. |
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Desire becomes unbearable. |
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Crescendo of terror. The damned is untenable. |
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Wherever you turn, there's nothing |
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But these four walls, you and I. |
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The leading wire of this tale |
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Is been woven through mute chambers' walls. |
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Captives communicate through tortured screams. |
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'Till the moment is gone. |
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Then the altar unique, immense and obscure will open underneath |
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Upon them. Sun and Moon both black, |
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Testifying their blood tribute. |
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Man is both goat and knife. |
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Greed and mercy under the sign of pain. |
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[Missing lines] |
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It's time to cry. |
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But between these four walls |
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Only your brothers will hear |
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And will hide powerless. |
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Crawling in the night |
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We hide |
