| Scorching down the mountain
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| With a roar of thunder
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| Ravenous undertow
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| That drags you under
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| Violent thrashing in the jaws of fury
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| Scathing hate from the one man jury
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| The final day
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| The final night
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| Devoid of sound
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| Absence of light
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| Valleys of grey
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| In a world so toxic
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| Slither through the muck
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| Of the now dead, once sick
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| Sniffing out prey
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| For the final cleansing
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| No allies, no love, too late for mending
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| The final day
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| The final night
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| Devoid of sound
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| The final day
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| The final night
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| Devoid of sound
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| Absence of light
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| Flowing from your skull
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| Like molten lava
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| The warmth of your blood
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| Heats the freezing horror
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| Shred fingers to the bone
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| Clawing walls unseen
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| Clinging to your faith
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| So god damn obscene
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| The final day
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| The final night
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| Devoid of sound
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| Absence of light
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| The final day
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| The final night
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| Devoid of sound
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| Absence of light
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| Rats strip the bones
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| Of vermin like you
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| Hypocrite supreme
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| As you preach your virtue
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| Scald of your charm
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| Now taste the backlash
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| Choking in a storm
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| Of human ash |