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Strike my name from the book of life |
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Inscribed forever in the book of death |
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Destroyer, life-taker, the end and the omega |
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Death walks behind you, waiting to find you to dismember... |
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The bloody work of death is not too great a task |
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All this and more, |
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I now hold in my grasp |
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Like the fear that holds you fast, like the last breath you cannot gasp |
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Your end comes slashing down, your death revealed at last... |
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Ends such as yours are the trade that |
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I ply Stricken by death as your life flashes by > |
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From an autopsy, to a cemetery, then to the grave, your final destiny |
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Carnage and sin are my blood, kith and kin, and to your end, they will be... |
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As all begins, so all must end, now your end |
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I shall begin > |
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From dust to dust, return again, life ends in sin |
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The circle turns back on itself, life ends in death and pain and hell |
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And dead men have no tales to tell, nor souls to sell... [Lead - Matt] |
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Death walks at my right hand, and there's a knife-blade in my left |
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Turning living into dying, soon to be friends and mourners crying |
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Dispossessing the flesh, leaving death |
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But no clues for the finding... |
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The bloody work of death is not too great a task |
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All this and more, |
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I now hold in my grasp |
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Like the fear that holds you fast, like the last breath you cannot gasp |
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Your end comes slashing down, your death revealed at last... |