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At first a noisome pack |
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I am the rancid mark that devours making man |
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Once upon a whimpering babe |
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I am the murderer's hand that wields the blade of regicide |
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Oh Babylon thou harlot |
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Succubus of a thousand suitors |
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I am the foetid stench of thy burning hag's embrace |
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A perverse incubation |
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I am the olive branch corrupt with venomous asps |
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Totalt funeral |
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Desolate one |
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Total funeral |
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Total death |
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Around their neck the noose draws tight |
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A knot of thorns felling holy men and kings |
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I am the vile countenance of the gibbet's grasp |
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Of what was wrought and where was spent the seed |
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I am the black spider, the splinter within our minds |
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Fill your mouth with the foul earth |
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Suffocate on the souls |
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I am the messiah of famine and (f)lies |
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Grim brilliance in frost |
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Desolation made flesh |
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I am the son of darkness and death |
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Total funeral |
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Desolate one |
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Total funeral |
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Total death! |
