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Mess - Behold! |
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He tears my skin - tears my skin |
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Into several parts |
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Cuts my face - Cuts my face |
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Beyond recognition |
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And peels my flesh - peels my flesh |
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Chews it off my bones |
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It is his brand - It's the brand |
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Specific for the Symphony of death |
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Protects from dearth |
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Symphony of death |
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Enjoy bloodbath |
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Now it's the war within him |
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Mind and body and the things he does |
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I want to fly but his hands are faster |
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Orderly they demount my corpse |
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Symphony of death |
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Mass of limbs and bones and guts |
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My mind begins to bail |
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He tears my skin |
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Into several parts |
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Cuts my face - Cuts my face |
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Beyond recognition |
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And peels my flesh - peels my flesh |
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Chews it off my bones |
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It is his brand - It's the brand |
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Specific for the symphony of death |
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Protects from dearth |
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Symphony of death |
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Enjoy blood - bloodbath |
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Symphony of death |
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Symphony of death |
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Symphony of death |
