| Forced to your death as the darkness holds the smile.
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| Calling no more to the liars in a land which once only cried.
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| Call forth to me your whimfull dominus and feel the breath of fire choke his
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| mirage like a soft pirouette.
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| And we’ll triumph with time.
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| Laugh at the cross, spit on the cloth, call the blasphemous demons forth and
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| run with the storm.
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| Rising to the other side, the nightmares dancing on the horizon feed the sky
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| and cleanse the soul.
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| And your thoughts, see them gathering like dancers forever under the trees.
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| Cause you alone weren’t the only one, you alone weren’t the lord,
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| you alone will burn in hell, with the lambs all screaming with you.
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| The tyrant claws tearing the earth, thunder as the ancient ones rise.
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| And all those who wasted their key to the gates will perish in eternity longer
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| than they thought.
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| Rising and calling forever in darkness named, shimmering in the twilight of the
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| begotten.
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| The caressing scold of the doomsday letter inscripting the night on tomorrow’s
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| gate.
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| Running to perfection, the screams of the wind just a wailing perception.
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| Come along and dance at the chance to use these velvet claws.
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| Feed the order with a poison vial, and the deathcrush hence begun.
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| Walking to the midnight, chanting a silent durge to terrify the light,
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| and wake the eternal.
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| And they all dance in chains like the fake ritualist, calling with no mind to
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| no one.
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| And we’ll suffer no more, and we’ll fall once more, like always,
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| gathered for never. |