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Young blood, you're so impatient |
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for the feast of good & evil. |
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The time will come and we'll all begin. |
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Didn't you think it just a bit baroque, |
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or maybe it's mediaeval, |
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we're breaking bones instead of bread within. |
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Didn't I say it would be different, |
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your afterlife, the sequel. |
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This festival of carnage feeds on |
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large amounts of mortal sin. |
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Now here's a thought while you're |
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assuming the position; |
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will Jesus raise you on the final day? |
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Didn't you think there'd be a price to pay |
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for such a grand transition? |
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This fellowship of ours depends on |
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centuries of living prey. |
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One more immortal soul, |
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draw closer to the fire. |
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One more companion in murder eternally. |
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Now here's the part where we |
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descend into perdition, |
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far from the world of your imagining. |
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Didn't you think there would be others |
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in this rarefied condition? |
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You want to call yourself a demon, |
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please address me as the demon king... |
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One more immortal soul |
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draw closer to the fire |
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One more companion in murder eternally. |
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One thousand years of song |
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with this unholy choir. |
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One fallen angel behaving infernally. |
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The only love that we have to give |
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will still your heart like a cemetery. |
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Forever lost to forever live, |
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be still forever, love... |
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One more immortal soul... |
