| A sulfurous stench that captures the greed of life
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| Like flesh unto the bone, and both unto the knife
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| An ulcerous wench enraptured with the falling night
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| Embracing with the moon while racing from the heaven’s bite
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| For horns, forewarned
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| The dream evolved
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| For horns, forewarned
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| A race absolved
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| A race absolved and now…
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| The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed
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| To your lament will not be saved
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| The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed
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| To your lament will not be fucking saved…
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| By the vow of rapture or the holy ghost
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| And the vessel of virtue becomes the fevered host
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| For endless torture, to darkness betrothed
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| For horns, forewarned
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| The dream evolved
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| For horns, forewarned
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| A race absolved
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| A race absolved and now…
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| The crawling web of sacred dead can rest, betrayed
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| To your lament will not be saved
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| The crawling web of sacred death can rest, betrayed
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| To your lament the sacrament will not be fucking saving…
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| Divining heart, the rise of the dark… the dark
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| Feel the change in the sky, his stirring
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| Feel the cold and hellish blast
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| Feel the fatal lie enduring backwards through time to the past
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| When the righteous being dances unto the ways of rust
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| And the crux of truth collapses into a ghost of dust
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| The wrath of the watcher, in sacred rest betrayed
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| The wrath of the watcher, the sacred won’t be saved |