| Clouds, black of deep nights
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| Dim my sight, block my eyes
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| From the truth, from the flesh
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| Black in torment steeped
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| A force worse than Hell unleashed
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| Let us pray for the final twilight
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| Crawling up from the swamps of corrupted flesh
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| Slowly stinking
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| Suffocate me
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| The night screams out the darkness
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| The pain of dying worlds
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| Crush
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| Sunlight seems a blood smear
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| Niight comes, blood-black
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| Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
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| Religion rots your mind, «God» will free you of your soul
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| Clouds, black of deep nights
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| Dim my sight, block my eyes
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| From the truth, from my own flesh
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| My thoughts come crushing against the walls of the hard
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| Blank
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| Steel walls of your faith
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| Don’t question the light, black of a thousand lies
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| It’s everything
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| Black, in torment steeped
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| A force worse than Hell unleashed
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| Let us pray for the final twilight
|
| Sunlight seems a blood smear
|
| Niight comes, blood-black
|
| Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
|
| Religion rots your mind, «God» will free you of your soul |