| Forged from the fires in the belly of the Earth
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| Beware thine demon
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| Convincing are the words to an innocent spirit
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| That you were born a heathen
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| Leering amongst the deviant
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| Leering amongst the villainous
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| Luring the frailty of man
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| Isolate and devour
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| Struggle to inherit a heaven that does not exist
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| Whispers of mortality loom over everything
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| As if they ripped the sun out of the sky
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| Pales in the wake of death’s stride
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| Screams of mortality loom over everything
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| As if they ripped the stars out of the night sky
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| You praise a darkness disguised by light
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| Parallel to none we exist
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| By the grace of the divine
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| Propagation causing Man to decline
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| As you wither on the vine
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| Devouring deception
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| As you wither on the vine
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| They will watch as you decay
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| Only sheep are sure to follow and obey
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| The weak will be crushed by walls of the tomb
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| Built by frailty which resides
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| Within your veins
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| Pumping deadly venom directly into
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| The heart of a desolate shell of wasted skin
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| Lost in perpetual dreamscapes
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| Reality
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| Lost in perpetual fantasy
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| Leering amongst the deviant
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| Leering amongst the villainous
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| Your eyes once glossed with innocence
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| Will see no truth
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| So unfortunate
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| To live depraved
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| And carry that burden
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| To your grave
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| Putrefy on the vine swallow lies festering and waiting
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| For the harvester to come reclaim your fate
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| Putrefy on the vine swallow lies festering and waiting
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| For death to strike and end your destroyed life
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| Writhing, dying
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| Cut yourself free from the vine with apostasy |