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Armies of white angels they fight |
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Pulling and twisting |
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My mind to partake |
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I know my fate |
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Accept heaven's |
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Hate It is too late inverting my fate |
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Stupid god greedy thief lord of grief |
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I won't believe |
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Don't even bother my wish is to burn |
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Search for another my soul you must earn |
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Your arrows are to slow without you |
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I will go |
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Dethrone yourself and flee or care to |
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Die for me |
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Armies of white angels they fight |
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Helplessly begging me their lives not to take |
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My place is in |
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Hell I cannot be sold to your angelic race your fall is foretold father you've died deceased in your light your words, they mean nothing my mind is too strong |
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Each angel impaled and once again your son to be naild |
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Armies of white angels they fight |
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Helplessly begging me their lives not to take |
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They know their fate have |
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Satan's Hate |
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It is too late |
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Inverting their fate |
