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I look beyond my cold and frail gaze upon the mist floating by |
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I feel stigmatic-like pains and lightning through my ever so fragile being |
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I have now died and been awoken to life by spirits unknown |
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All that remains is our cold dying breath |
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All that has been done |
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All that is yet to come |
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Decades have passed on through fresh blood |
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For thee to feed the flames of a divine supreme faith |
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Perpetuated in Evil I withstand death |
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One with night's dark and I shall never live again |
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For Death is but the beginning |
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Unclean spirits drag me through forgotten passages |
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Hidden lands of nocturnal ghosts |
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I feast on fear of the living races |
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At eternal hours my worship kills men |
