| Heavy lust stands tall
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| And angel’s blood’s raining down
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| Heaven’s black, and hell is blurry
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| I see clearly through my victims eyes
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| Gore infested tortured mind
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| Howling froth will gasp on time
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| Sodomize and self-endure
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| Rape the future, smite the injured
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| Hollow mind and endless rage
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| Tolerate no cure to plague
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| Ridicule the last salvation
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| Cut away from flesh
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| Force-fed on the skin and bones
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| The dead are once more rising
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| Calling from the tomb
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| I sit on my blood red throne
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| Taste so fresh, I cannot deny
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| Forthcoming of declaration
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| Burning skulls, self victimize
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| Settlement of faithless lives
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| Follow me into the abyss
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| Crush all that comes
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| To close to the sacrament
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| Savage tribute stands dement
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| March of the undying
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| Splits the ground
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| Calling from the graves
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| The end has now begun
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| No hope for the victim as the kill is done
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| Wrath is descending as I force my self to come
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| The dead are rising
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| Bury me bury me please
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| I bow in mercy and cover her face with dirt
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| No insanity will ever explain the things I do
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| I just listen to the voices
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| And all the shit they tell me to
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| All the tears my offerings share
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| I use to breed my garden of despair
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| I plant the seed in dirt of the dead
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| And I cut the leaves from the rotting heads
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| Hollow mind and endless rage
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| Tolerate no cure to plague
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| Ridicule the last salvation
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| For the last interpretation
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| Cutting through the flesh
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| Force-fed on the skin of bones
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| The dead are once more rising
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| I sit on my blood red throne
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| Flesh so fresh, I deny
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| Forthcoming of reckless lies
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| Skulls burn, victimize
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| March of the undead |