| Disfigured forms will envelop the skies and shadow the globe in swarms
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| As petty hates warp hollow-men, their visage scowls and swiftly distorts
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| The pain of life has twisted your face
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| You stagger with the hooves on which you walk
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| The pain of life has altered your physical state of being
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| Devolved and mutated, a mortal mockery
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| Grossly winged and given flight
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| Malformed brows, misshapen minds
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| Every heartache brings a new deformity
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| Morbid growths form on beasts of weakness
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| Reshaping men into demons
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| Man into demon
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| Earth into hell
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| I maintain fortitude on this demon-haunted world
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| Not the dysmorphic shell of a delicate man
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| But a beast of outrage and opposition
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| The pain of life has twisted your face
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| You stagger with the hooves on which you walk
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| The pain of life has altered your physical state of being
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| Devolved and mutated, a mortal mockery
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| Given flight by demons wings |