| I looked within myself and I turned
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| Many laddered mental maze burnt
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| Forever is the time that I walked along
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| Sufferance in silence is my syndrome
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| Take my path — Never last
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| In ruthless pain — I’ll always reign
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| Silent sound — Stalking ground
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| Cemetery run — I bow to none
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| Dominating pray is my will
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| A homicidal urgeance to kill
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| Slash and stab the bitches of witchery
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| Deafening the screams of their agony
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| Take my path — Never last
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| In ruthless pain — I’ll always reign
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| Silent sound — Stalking ground
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| Cemetery run — I bow to none
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| In my theatre of madness
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| Lone player on the stage
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| Woebegotten my audience
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| Momentary respite is taken from my rage
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| Shuddering in ecstasy
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| At the brutal crimes I’ve done
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| Your so blind you perfect fool
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| I bow to none
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| Open wounds in arrogant bliss
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| Skillfully remove
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| Innards in a vulgar heap
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| And finally the womb
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| Touch the flesh, desecrate the skin
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| Wading in the gore
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| Like a vulture I feed upon
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| This sacrificial whore
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| Their living bodies leave me so vexed
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| Copulation joyous dead sex
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| Morbid absorbtion in fantasy
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| My auspicious orgasm parody
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| Took my path — Did not last
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| In ruthless pain — I always reigned
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| Silent sound — Stalking ground
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| Cemetery run — I bow to none |