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Beneath the damned, beneath their rotting corpses |
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They lay in wait, as the marching band exhumes the dead |
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I bare the mark of a thousand burning city streets |
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The price of blame as the wage of sin devours man |
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To rot below, as if to seek the dead |
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My fate, unknown, to fight or fall victim |
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Compromise is met with failure, abolish what is known |
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Conspire and attain |
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They bleed for past transgressions, drowning in ignorance |
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They haven't the slightest impression |
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Unwilling to beg for their lives |
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Their fate is so carefully constructed, made worse by the |
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Fueling of fire |
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My soul is the only objective that which their flesh desires |
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In the war, of the Gods we're so greatly burdened |
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Confined to chains of our sins, as our lives are bartered |
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We must stand in the end, we must face our demons |
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Turn our backs to the sky, as we bleed for freedom |
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Burnt to ashes, consumed by sin |
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This hell awoken to purge thy sins |
