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Blood. |
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V.1 Grew, the tears, I wondered. |
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Thru the time my hands where tied. |
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This the beginning of the end to come. |
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It?s just a matter of consumption. |
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Pre: Prescriptive no matter what, Inherit the living at last. |
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It?s time to break the skill, force my way thru it all. |
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CH: Blood Ritual x 3 |
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V.2 In my veil my legion gathers. |
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Vindicate all living things. |
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Abducted for the cause of man. |
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Strength, no strength will hold me, will hold me, will hold me. |
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Stick: Like a razor from the sky, like a saviour of unkind. |
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Pre: Blood Ritual, Prescriptive no matter what. |
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Blood Ritual, Inherit the living at last. |
