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Blast your life to hell |
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And watch it turn upon a spit |
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See the shadows of your allies |
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Crumble into shit |
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Rape yourself and torture skies |
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Of bloody seething red |
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Scream a ritual of power |
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Walk among the dead |
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[Chorus:] |
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Find your truth do not escape |
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Storm your path intil the grave |
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Life and death are no concern |
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Leave the mourners behind to burn |
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The powers of the universe |
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Can twist you into grime |
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The acrid fumes of living |
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Turn the stringest into slime |
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The wielder of the molten |
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Flows between the left and right |
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The bending into tragic might |
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[Chorus] |
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As fiends and lovers |
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Graze your flesh with sleeping tongues |
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You must resist their poisons |
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Fight until you're won |
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As long as you have pumping blood |
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That's yet to bleed |
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The weepers fall onto the ground |
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On them you feed |
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[solo - Coralles] |
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[solo - Bower] |
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[Chorus] |
