| Standing before the gallows, she cries for mercy
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| A mob of sick tortured souls all yell and cheer below
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| There’s no escaping this, they’ve made their minds up
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| Her curse begins to mold as the noose takes hold
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| Snapping vertebrae
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| She rises with the moonlight
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| In the eyes of man, what is different must first die
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| Her dreams, desires crushed by fathers, sons and brother kin
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| An age is born
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| Rest assured she senses the fall of man
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| The day has come, she need not to kneel ever again
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| Follow me into this abyss
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| By winter’s bone
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| She will grip you tightly as we burn below
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| Hell now below awaits you
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| Where she’s been waiting
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| You’ll pay atonement with your wretched soul
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| Crawl from shadows
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| Creeping
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| Contorting and grotesque visions will haunt you
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| Forever
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| Crying out
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| She pled for mercy
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| Her deafened cries unanswered
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| Darkest spawn of the divine feminine
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| Teeth sunk into the hearts of man
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| Taken by her illustrious
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| Dance of cryptic elegance
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| Cursed hexes left behind
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| Whispers creep up and down the spine
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| A soul to keep
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| Revenge entwined
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| And with the moon her blight will rise
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| Follow me into this abyss
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| By winter’s bone
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| She will grip you tightly as we burn below
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| Hell now below awaits you
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| Where she’s been waiting
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| You’ll pay atonement with your wretched soul
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| Crying out
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| She rises with the moon |