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With undying hunber, a fathomless swarm of locusts** |
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As one, bottomless pit of gaping mouths |
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Parasitical leaches scavenging, bleeding the host dry |
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Black vulture wings extinguish the sun |
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The day of reckoning awaits, I shall spare no one |
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Master turns slave, the butcher himself becomes food for the rats |
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Fields ripe with putrefaction without end, and for the dead |
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No casket, no funeral, no mourning and no obituary |
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Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead |
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Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life |
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Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins |
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Bloodline broken |
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These voices from beyond, gnawing the flesh from my bone |
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Like a million voices screaming, draining the sanity from my soul |
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In this sanctuary, your heaven. with morphine in your blood to keep you safe |
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From madness tearing, clawing at your skin from the inside |
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In a haze through the grates, you witness the end |
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Walk the streets of solitude paved with bodies of the dead |
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Fear of dying stronger than the fear of life |
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Refuge in the shadows a rusted monolith, forlorn amongst the ruins |
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Over cemetery fields, the last of manking |
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Dethrone monarch in the kingdom of the dead |
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In no man's land, as despair has conquered his fear |
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Broken like his the bloodline is |
