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Dreams of violence and murders fall down hard |
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Interzonic genocide high, the affusion of life |
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Now it's time for suicide, to break the pure disbelief |
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Its time to riddle the flaws of the physique of motors |
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And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight |
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To the battered face of the soul |
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We are damned from power burnt black |
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Watch as we crush their laws |
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Hail to funerals |
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And feast upon their minds |
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Pure pain, the bitter souls stice bleeds in vain |
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Cold sky sin, broken veins breathe |
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Spirit mass corruption of deceit and death |
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Now it's time for genocide, just another child to burn |
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More to beat of sin, to the rhythm of darkness deep within |
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And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight |
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To the battered face of the soul |
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We are damned from power burnt black |
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Watch as we crush their laws |
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Hail to funerals |
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And feast up on their minds |
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Pure pain, the bitter soulstice bleeds in vain |