| As i walk through the blood-filled pits
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| Thehowling victims suffocate decompose and die
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| Annihilated, laid to waste
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| The screaming from down below subsides
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| Through the empty immensity of gods
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| They speak through me, you know their voice
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| To those that i shall kill
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| Beneath the grinding wheels
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| To all those that i shall kill
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| Death shall come to he who kneels
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| Born to continue a successive reign
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| To bring about the future of the slain
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| Beasts of burden are what you are
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| A pest upon the land, a witless scar
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| Possessed by thoughts that must be a god’s
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| The brilliance and insight is not of this worl
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| And so you do not understand what must be done
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| His will be done
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| To those that i shall kill
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| Beneath the grinding wheels
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| To all those that i shall kill
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| Death shall come to he who kneels
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| Now you know what is to come
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| But you will never comprehend
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| The infinite dimensions that i have seen
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| Eternal darkness where i have been
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| You will never truly know |