| The temple coruscates of voices
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| Of the selfish and sullen
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| I can feel them breathing down my neck
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| My blackened heart can’t save me now
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| The force at work is unbeknownst to me
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| But it’s crushing my chest and taking over me
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| Soon to desecrate and swallow survivors, this must be…
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| This is power, this is hatred in it’s truest form
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| Broken down and coupled with possession
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| Of the weak and the willing to suffer
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| Survival rests upon the shoulders of I
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| But echoes taunt me, silence haunts me
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| And they’re getting closer
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| Wasting hours as i cower here, am i the last one left?
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| The temple coruscates of screams, of the dead and devoured
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| I can see the blood drip from my blade, it seems my
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| Blackened heart has saved me now |