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The brightest full moon light entrances me it calls me forth |
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Yet I have not the strength to move in stasis, I rot away and dream |
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Dream of forgotten years dream of the touch of another's hand |
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I am to be a meal of starved worms |
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My nerves are twisting for the light of my salvation |
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I rest beneath where I remain as cold as clay |
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Eternal pain is swelling in my joints |
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Somewhere within me a flame is slowly born |
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Inside this shell of bloated flesh grows life anew |
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Infernal, the moon distorts my mind |
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My veins jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned |
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I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray |
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My body writhes without consent of conscience |
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I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue |
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I shall walk the earth once more |
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From beyond the strings are pulled |
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I know not what has made me this way |
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The animation of my rigid corpse |
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I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate |
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All the words of the preacher |
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All the tears of my family in vain |
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I shall again walk amongst them |
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My penance with blood be repaid, repaid |
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Dead hand grasps for the still night air I am now free to maim |
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There cannot be a God for He would not forgive this |
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Despicable inhuman monster; rotten, twisted and deformed |
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I am now a tool of my unholy instinct |
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Entrails strewn at my bidding a mockery of all I was |
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I seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray |
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My body writhes without consent of conscience |
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I lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue |
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I shall walk the earth once more |
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From beyond the strings are pulled |
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I know not what has made this way |
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The animation of my rigid corpse |
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I shall abandon my coffin of premature fate |
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All the words of the preacher |
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All the tears of my family in vain |
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I shall again walk amongst them |
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My penance with blood be repaid |
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Repaid |
