| To every thing there is a reason
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| To all destruction there is an answer
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| In the past lands of underneath wounds
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| A curse was meant to awake
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| It was planed to step upon the culture of enigma
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| Egyptian heritage rise in the surface of nowadays
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| A land dressed in its divine tranquility
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| Now stigmatized by man’s ideology
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| Access to the dust f turning weeps
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| There the mummy queen rests her glory
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| A forgotten unharmed flesh made by blood
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| Purificated in the pulse of icy ages
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| Her ice grave has melted the freshness
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| A heart respirator’s between past and future
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| The black gates have now open
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| Man’s greed opens the curse of queen
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| Desecration of her grave
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| Coppery breath frizzes the dry corridor
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| Passing from delirium to the perfectly
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| Revenge of holly silence
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| Holly face, caught in a diamond of unaccustomed light
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| She looked twice before raise up from her frozen bed
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| The features in their private dark
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| Are formed sharpness becomes visible
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| The mummy cloths expose an ancient beast
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| Kill for the human desecration of my body
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| Doomed from the wrath of holly sarcophagus
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| Lustrate comes as the deaths raised
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| Present to take my pride
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| And then disappear for eternal rest |