| My life’s minds plagued by lyssophobia
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| In a cage solitude locks me in As the dark blackened walls close in on me
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| Dementia strikes, there’s no turning back
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| Drowning in the stygian sea
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| As those voices repeat to me my malediction
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| Memento Mori
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| Remember you must die
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| A gratuitous wraith of violence
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| Blots out the light of my mind
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| For on this night someone must pay
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| For the cost of my life
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| For me to escape the curse of perdition
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| This poor, weaker being must receive pain
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| As you wince at the actions of my sadist ways
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| And cry at the throes of your moribund state
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| A Daemon issues your last rites
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| Paster Noster Upto In Terra
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| I break, I twist, I burn, I destroy
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| Memento Mori
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| As the candle of life, that burned in your heart
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| Is doused by the grip of death’s hand
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| Asmodeus, the spirit of lust
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| Bears his necrophile ways
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| For the wishes of the demon in black
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| My largesse in life should be immortality
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| Dislike the weak, mortal humans
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| But in life there’s always death
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| A multitude are born to be damned
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| His perdisized body will burn forever
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| In the scorching flames of Gehenna. |