| Here at the edge of the world
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| Born under the darkest light
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| Beyond the grace of god
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| Baptized in blood and ice
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| Born to break stones for the lord
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| Oppressed between the giants
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| Those who left their hands unstained
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| Unworthy of the true light of darkness
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| When you are nothing but dust and bones
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| May we breath silently again
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| «And I saw the pilars come rumbling down
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| In the desecrated temple of your false god»
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| You call it sick devotion
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| I call it salvation
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| The Windraped soil lies in deathlike silence
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| Above the choir of spirits screams
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| Behold the swarm of black birds
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| They shall peck your bones clean
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| My flesh is poisoned from within
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| Cursed by my own blood since birth
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| But once more I shall arise in sin
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| Destroy the thrones of light, let the darkness in
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| «your holy scriptures, nothing but a pile of ashes
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| Moldering in embers of our unholy black fire»
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| You call it sick devotion
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| I call it salvation |