| Fall on their knees to hail
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| No prophet who faces the masses
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| This shape ain’t terrestrial
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| From somewhere but here
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| Drowning in their deepest hope
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| Catalyzed, can not grab the rope
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| Dying in her flesh tonight
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| Ignite my crimson bride
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| This is the plague
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| Dark matter attracts
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| The goddess of machines brings the war
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| Slightly confused, what is this might?
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| Primal screams, echoes in the night
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| A nasty itching under the skin
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| Insidious and pathetic
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| The augur of their darkest dreams
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| This is the plague
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| Dark matter attracts
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| The goddess of machines brings the war
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| This is the plague
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| Dark matter attracts
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| A silent war, black souls shall be reborn
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| From somewhere but here
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| My goddess of machines
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| A nasty itching under the skin
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| Insidious sense in between
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| This is the plague
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| Dark matter attracts
|
| The goddess of machines brings the war
|
| This is the plague
|
| Dark matter attracts
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| A silent war, black souls shall be reborn |