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We've no creed in the realms of fire where our mystic souls |
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Have no limit of a mortal life in the world of filth where we exist, |
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Arise and come I'll take you safe across the river Styx. |
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Back to the filth, back to the light of Assyrian gods, |
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Praise them alive and praise them dead, |
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Risen Morning Stars! |
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Come and taste the blood of the Serpent just underneath my skin, |
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Here the tongues of fire whisper about your destiny million times, |
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Lost words behind those wounded-doe eyes, |
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I bow before the queen of lies, my hiding malice is getting bolder, |
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Someday you'll receive our pain, |
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You caused us to cry tears of utter nothingness, |
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Sliding through a tunnel, destination unknown, |
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Lost words in eternity, a forbidden delight, |
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Come and taste the blood of the Serpent just underneath my skin, |
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Here the tongues of fire whisper about your destiny million times, |
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[solo: Adam the First Sinner] |
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Remove your blindfolds, now you want to breathe my words, |
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Our eyes are dust, we share the blame, |
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Our pain is a doorway, we believe in nothing else, |
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In the shroud of my madness I'm freed and destroyed. |
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I'm ending the torment I stare upon the open skies, |
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Put me out of my misery, just slit my ****ing throat! |
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Back to the filth, back to the light of Assyrian gods |
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Praise them alive and praise them dead |
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Risen Morning Stars! |
