| Gather us, the end is near
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| Gather us into ashes
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| Everything turns to red, my eyes start to blur
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| I feel her tongue dance along my throat
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| Holding my head back, her cold lips on my neck
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| Erotic and merciless
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| My children around me
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| Close to fainting into a new life
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| A last family portrait
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| The flames of our gathering lick my fingers
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| Enjoy the first part of my skin
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| Celebrate what we are becoming
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| I recognize the black dog
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| And his vicious fingers dig into my flesh
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| On my cheeks flow the fear and farewell
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| I dream of the final kiss
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| Tearing my jaw off and splitting my skull in two
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| Decorating the room with pieces of bones and brain
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| The heat always getting stronger and the smoke thicker
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| Melting every piece of me uniting us in a black undead mass
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| Mass grave
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| I will enjoy the smell escaping from my burning meat
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| Remember the warm embrace of my lost mother
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| Mass grave
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| Ashes will dance together, we are but one
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| A pressure on my finger
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| Game over
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| Là où le vacarme oppresse suintent les encres indigestes
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| Qui rient en le vomissant
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| Les vocoïdes gangréneuses qui sifflent les meurtrissures
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| La morsure des aiguilles et leur cannibalisation
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| Gravissent les marches branlantes, frôlent le résident
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| I will enjoy the smell escaping from my burning meat
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| Remember the warm embrace of my mother
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| Ashes will dance together, we are but one
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| A pressure on my finger… Game over |