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We are the wolves tearing at your flesh. |
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We are the fangs feeding from your neck. |
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Exsanguinated efforts torn from the weakest veins. |
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A satiated hunger, bleached bone pious remains. |
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Black sun rising. |
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Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end. |
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Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend. |
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Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb. |
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I am the stench of suffocating breath. I am the resting place of everlasting death. |
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A cross of good intentions knelt to on broken knees. |
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A once revered sepulcher now filled with foul disease. |
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Black sun rising. |
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Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end. |
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Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend. |
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Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb. |
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A cross of good intentions knelt to on broken knees. |
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A once revered sepulcher now filled with foul disease. |
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Black sun rising. |
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Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end. |
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Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend. |
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Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb. |
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We are the wolves. We are the wolves. We are the wolves. We are the wolves. |
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We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.) We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.) |
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We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.) We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.) |
