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You heirs of sin, invite me in |
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Crawl through my pale skin |
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Bid welcome to my desire |
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Come break me down, come choke me up |
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Smother the human in me and set that wicked free |
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Shaped of filth and shame, cursed by thy name |
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With head held low, flows of pity and woe |
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Pierce my hollow self, the vanity of a wretched one |
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Satiate this sickening void, with profound looks of scorn |
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Bite hard, bite deep, your bitter poison I keep |
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The shroud of gloom falls upon me |
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The rivers of blood stream from my devoted veins |
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Behold and lo, the ruins of me |
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Speak of me not! With your poisonous tongues |
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Words will shatter in your books of rust |
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Oh you ancient serpents of lies and lust! |
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Unfold this rapture and that horror |
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From these dark eyes of the abhorrer |
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The heirs of sin, they dwell within |
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The venom they sire, their burning fire |
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Fear them not, their haunting shadow |
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Dare to succumb, drag you below |
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Tempt you not, their vicious charm |
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No time for lament, but only harm! |
