| The grass lands burning through summer heat
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| The marshland fog where dead spirits meet
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| The mountain air stealing my soul
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| This unholy dominion takes control
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| I am bound to this dark pull
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| that possess my being
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| In this desolate southern dominion
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| where all hope is fleeing
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| The horizon beckons to eternity
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| as a black tempest swarms so vigorously
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| A torrent of hatred takes my hand
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| as master Satan takes command
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| I am bound to this dark pull
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| that possess my being
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| In this desolate southern dominion
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| where all hope is fleeing
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| The left hand path I forever take
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| Pain and devastation in my wake
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| For our enemies their bones will break
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| and their own faith they forsake
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| For when you hear the call from the abyss
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| there is no escape from the poison kiss
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| And when it’s all dust none shall miss
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| the christian scum & the zionist! |