| Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh
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| Destroys and burns me down alive
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| Ulcerated lips stinking of death
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| Excommunicated creators of mine
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| Blasphemous words and eyes that bleed
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| In horrible never ending torments
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| Waiting for hell my dead body looks ahead
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| That will be soon the end
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| Prepare you to die
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| That comes unexpectedly
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| Ask nobody why?
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| It’s just an inevitable thing
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| Still existing mind being in deadly fear
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| Soon will be only heap of musty rot
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| Tongue, heart and all my guts shall be
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| Digested by the necrophagic grubs
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| No hope I must die and turn to ashen dust
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| My soul will fly away to realms of dead
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| Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness takes my soul
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| I’m only, after all, the slave of hell
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| Raise from this grave
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| Is fear in your eyes?
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| You have to leave your flesh
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| Still wait for you — decapitated saints
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| I’ve died to live in everlasting world
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| Where reigns death and holy law of hate
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| Omnipotent lords feeding the groans
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| Of turn souls imploring for mercy
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| I’m, in the place, where sin is all around
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| And blood flows from every clipped head
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| A billion dirty souls decay in ones own blood
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| Awaiting beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
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| I’m raising up above eternal mists
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| Heavens lie at feet of mine
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| Wandering the sky I see transformed Christ
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| Whose head I’m holding in my hand
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| Is it possible the heaven is the hell?
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| Perhaps it’s my own terrible dream
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| Clipped sacred heads seem to say to me
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| That’s true, the sky has turned to fire! |