| I am the blazing heart of the canyon
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| Brandishing visions of cults
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| I behold the secret sparks
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| Like esoteric flames from a grave
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| Grasp the untamed snake
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| And wield it before me
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| I’ll stand tall while I read your dreams
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| Leaving impressions of blasphemic cruelty
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| …from a remorseless realm of pain
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| I’m in the grin from the gallows
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| Where all my furies are howled
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| A spectrum of primal rage
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| I lead the procession
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| …through the flames
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| I’m the ruler of their grasping limbs
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| Drifting into the last war
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| A realm governed by Satan’s scorn
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| Only unseen things are remembered
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| Pungent and harsh, great fears piercing your souls
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| Grasp the untamed snake
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| And wield it before me
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| I’ll stand tall and degrade your dreams
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| Leaving impressions of impiety
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| I am the blazing heart of the valley
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| Flaunting a glimpse of despair
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| I behold the secret sparks
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| Like the hidden flames of Hell
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| Turn loose the feral beasts
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| And lead them towards me
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| I’ll stand tall while I pervert your dreams
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| Echoing from the gallows |