| This is the sonnet of the wretched
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| Can you hear their screams?
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| Your prayers won’t be heard
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| They will rise
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| When daylight dies they come and bring an abrupt end to your sinful life
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| There’s nothing you can do to stop them now, it’s too late
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| Just run and hide and hope they will never find you until it’s over and they’re
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| gone
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| You think this is hell? |
| You don’t know the half of it
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| And this is just the beginning of the end for you
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| There’s nothing sacred here. |
| Everything you once lived has been defiled
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| There’s only pain, and sorrow
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| They bring the end
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| And there’s nothing that can save you from the cruel fate
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| But it’s your fault, it is you that brought them
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| They felt the presence of your blackened heart
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| And smelt the stench of your abject existence
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| They’ve come to cleanse your soul of its affliction
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| You can’t repent because it’s far too late
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| Just wait until they have you in their grasp
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| Now you will feel what it’s like to be in hell
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| And your only company will be the horde
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| This is now the end your soul is cleansed your mouth is stitched your eyes are
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| blind
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| And your blackened heart ceases to beat anymore
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| Now they have gone. |
| Disappeared without a trace
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| This is the sonnet of the wretched
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| Did you hear their screams?
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| Your prayers will not be heard
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| They have cleansed all sin and evil
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| Lay to rest |