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As I wake up from my slumber |
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From a deep, enchanted sleep |
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There's a pain, there's a mark |
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there's a wound |
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The trail of blood is running deep |
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There's an echo in the mirror |
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Of a man I do not know |
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Staring back at the scar |
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on my neck |
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And the numbers are |
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screaming... |
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Six, Six, Six |
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grab the holy crucifix |
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Skies turned red |
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High above the river Styx |
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Kneeling down in desperation |
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As I start to speak in tounges |
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When I praise the |
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old man down below |
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I recite the mantra |
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Six, Six, Six |
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Twist the holy crucifix |
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Grab the oars |
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Scull across the river Styx |
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It's the evil in me |
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The Enemy Within my soul |
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The subjagtor |
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Six, Six, Six |
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Get the holy crucifix |
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Throw it in |
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Into Acheron or Styx |
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Six, Six, Six |
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Sinking like a ton of bricks |
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One-way pass |
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Over Acheron and Styx |
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It's the evil in me |
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The Enemy Within my soul |
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The subjagtor |
