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Listen, the insane sound of my last thoughts |
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Like cut-throat your mind and darken my eyes, |
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Rule all directions, turn |
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Altar to grave, |
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Sacrifice on reasons and catch the will of men. ... |
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And under all rodies, the enslaved nature is done, |
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The hunger for insanity spring through everything. [Chorus] |
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Raise the arms forged in misfortune, |
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BReak the silence from far away and their mysteries. |
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I'am the onte who'll take the |
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Path From below in sulphurg landscapes |
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Where hope can never dwell, |
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Rule all directions, turn altars to grave, |
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Sacrifice on reasons and catch the will of men. [Chorus] |
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Raise the arms forged in misfortune, |
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BReak the silence from far away and their mysteries. |