| A blind belief will give me wings to fly through these nights
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| Cause I was born to terrify your kind and shun the light
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| There’s something wicked your way comes
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| I am the one you '11 turn to when your fucking hope is gone
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| Dread the sundown
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| Dread!
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| Obsessed with the moon, when (the) sun has died my sickness stayed
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| Plagued with the darkness within, I know all my debts are payed
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| There’s something that’s already written and already spoken
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| I’ll cast my curse on you so we will be judged by the same token
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| Dissecting promises, I’m left with loads of misfortune
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| A process of erasure, you’ll choke on your own pride
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| Zhe smell of burial ground and rotten souls
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| I inhale the foul smoke and taste the glorious filth
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| The ecstasy of demise
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| I love the soft feel of dead bodies
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| I’ll fuck your daughter
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| Before slitting her throat and then bathe in her blood
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| I’d like to torture you and your kind
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| Take your family hostage
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| Your wife and your children will come first
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| So you can watch 'em suffer
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| I am the bringer of death and dishonour
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| My mission is bound to destroy your lives
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| Byproduct of your perfect lifestyles
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| You know I am what you wish you could be
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| We’re made of the same substance dreams are made of
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| So dread the sundown
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| We’re made of the same substance dreams are made of
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| So dread the sundown
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| Dread the sundown |