| Crushed by the merciless hammer, of a poison running deep within
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| Drawn in by fierce lust grown further than the thirst bequeathed
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| Demonic power withers, from the infinite destruction cast
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| Inward by sullied dreams and nightmares plucked from ominous hells
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| The fire burning deep replaced by dwindling embers
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| A charcoal left behind, crumbling into dust and nothing more
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| Once a mighty flame now empty, dry and powerless
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| She burns his symbol into her flesh
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| Calling out his name, for the dark lord to aide
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| No answer from Asmodeus, no answer from Satan
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| The witch cries out in agony
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| Clutching at her chest she crawls, across the forest floor
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| Blurred between this world and next, her mind drifts constantly
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| Turned back to dirt, she calls out, screaming with furious anger
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| Curse you Salem, destroyed
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| Through the eyes of the dying, mirroring the despair and hopelessness felt
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| Black tears stain the skin, searing acid leaking out
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| Through the eyes of the dying, mirroring the despair
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| Black tears bore a hole in the earth
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| She walks alone, through the valley of the damned
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| Aimless and breathless, clutching at her chest
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| Seeking to survive, the hard-wired human instincts
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| Fighting with hysterical strength
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| Howls and screams unheard
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| Or furthermore unwanted
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| Death cries resound, light dies
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| Believing like a fool that help would arrive
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| From the most decrepit creatures alive
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| From incomprehensible evils that dwell within
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| The immeasurable evils that lurk in the shadows |