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Oh dark horizon |
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You speak the truth |
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Oh temple Lord |
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Cold blood is pumping through your veins |
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You drown the sun |
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Of horror lies |
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Oh Master Lord |
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Light up the fire of you reign |
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In the name of thee |
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We are the fallen |
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We are the plague |
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We are the dead spots of the sun |
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Oh woe to you |
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Oh Lord of flies |
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You lead our path |
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Aeons of our vengeance have begun |
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Run... run... |
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It's raining dead angels from the sky |
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Cold and stiff, oh my |
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Oh dark horizon |
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Of the underground |
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Your soul is ours |
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The tools are clean and the altar's set on fire |
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We have begun |
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We don't look back |
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The skies are fallen |
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A one way ticket to your funeral pyre |