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[Music: Kloeppel, Jarvis] |
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[Lyrics: Kloeppel] |
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Up from the depths |
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And Through the wind |
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I call for the power |
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Necromancers verged and conjuring |
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Lambs for the slaughter |
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A proposition scribed in crimson |
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On a parchment made of flesh |
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To behold, I am beholden |
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To what is written in the blood |
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Working you to death |
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Conjuring the cull |
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As I manifest darkness |
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Conjuring the cull |
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Emaciated for the kill |
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They are manufacturing my will |
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I am the prophet extracting profit |
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From living corpses |
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They are beholden |
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To what is written in their blood |
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Working you to death |
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Conjuring the cull |
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As I manifest darkness |
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The darkness of my soul |
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A veil forged in black |
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Not of the night |
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Agents of unseeing |
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Drifting out of sight |
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All that I can see |
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Is not of this plan |
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They are coming |
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Coming to reclaim |
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I am but a vessel |
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Shrouded vision |
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Of mass consumption |
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A great concealer |
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And revealer |
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I hone my will |
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Bound to the dark |
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Lower than the dust |
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Power I manifest |
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Authority you must entrust |
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Working you to death |
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Conjuring the cull |
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And as I manifest Darkness |
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Of my soul |
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Tempting fate in dark introspection |
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They did heed my carrion call |
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In a breath, a world-wide vision |
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And in death, I bury you all |
