| Burn, burn — out of fire you’ll never walk!
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| Turn, turn on you liar, try again to stalk!
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| Bloodstained your wicked vision — a deceiver’s heart
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| Forward! |
| Bend! |
| A million needles pierce — a solemn art
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| Absence, presence, intense defense
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| Efforts to breathe only embitter your state
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| Vengeance, welcome the cremation sequence…
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| Depart, discard! |
| Your downfall’s lying in wait
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| Forlorn, forlorn, affliction your glance reflects
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| Face the last of competitions!
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| I grant your fall, the fatal poison injects
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| Fading out all insane visions
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| Suspense? |
| No chance, no gracious sentence!
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| Downward, now swallow to the core…
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| Entrance — step closer to the chasm’s fence
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| A free fall into the abyss, to the floor!
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| Black, black, black, black but shining — your very inside
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| To most negative irradiance always aside
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| Unshorn? |
| Never! |
| I force your descent
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| I live for this moment and stay 'til the end!
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| 'Til the end, I stay 'til the end!
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| Shiver (you) deceiver! |
| Face the facts: we differ
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| On the rampage — let me introduce:
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| Heat of fever, your lights of life they wither
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| To blackened ashes they only will reduce
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| Forever forgather with this fatal end!
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| Forever forgather — any last comment?
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| Forlorn, forlorn, affliction …
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| Suspense? |
| No chance…
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| Forever forgather with this fatal end!
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| Forever! |