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Before my altar, the phallus |
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God never had our fallen angel, supposed dead? |
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Mankind so pitiful, still on our knees in this world of angels, |
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Satan's supremacy. |
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Before my altar. |
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I am not the deceived. |
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Before my altar, the demon king, or a shape of him |
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I speak in silence, word so unreal and this my journey, through out my catacombs |
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Echo's of former deities in shape of worms |
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Deceived? |
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Not! Sanity is cloaked in madness |
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Conscious but still asleep, |
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I'm drained. |
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Trapped in sustained animation |
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World of glass, shattered hope some turn to their oppressors |
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I turn to my redeemer, |
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I see the beauty of it all... |
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I-BE-LIVE! |
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I-BE-LIVE! |
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I-BE-LIVE! |
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I-BE-LIVE! |
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Formless in it's own existence |
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I face the darkness. |
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Before my altar, the phallus |
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God never had our fallen angel, supposed dead? |
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Mankind so pitiful, still on our knees |
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In this world of angels, |
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Satan's supremacy |
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I see the demons, beauty, redeemers |
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Guardians of the world between |
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Claws ripping through the atmosphere |
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I'm not alone |
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Before my altar |
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Before my altar |
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Riddles unfold |
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I'm calm so tired so... |
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I-BE-LIVE! |
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I-BE-LIVE! |
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I-BE-LIVE! |
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I-BE-LIVE! |
