| God of bugs — Lord of slugs
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| Fields of grief and lost beliefs
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| God of flies — Lord of lies
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| Grave-live trench with a rotten stench
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| Self-named messiah with greed in his mind
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| On his conscience: extinction of mankind
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| Devastation, desolation
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| Determination of a sick creation
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| God of bugs — Lord of slugs
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| Fields of grief and lost beliefs
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| God of flies — Lord of lies
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| Grave-live trench with a rotten stench
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| Self-named messiah with greed in his mind
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| On his conscience: extinction of mankind
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| Devastation, desolation
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| Determination of a sick creation
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| 10. Vägen Till Graven
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| Låsta dörrar en krossad man
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| Nedtrycktav den jävla statens hand
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| Inget hopp, förkortat liv
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| Fast i en cell vad ska du bli
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| En förkastad man med en straffad hand
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| Inget hopp, förkortat liv
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| Vägen till graven är inte så lång nu
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| Med snaran runt halsen ser du tillbaka på ditt liv
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| Vad fan skulle du ha ändrat på?
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| 11. Illusions Of Peace
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| Visions of war
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| Illusions of peace
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| There is no hope
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| Humanity is doomed
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| Visions of war blinds my eyes
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| Deranged illusions of peace
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| Visions of war fucks up my mind
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| This might be the end of our time
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| Doomed to burn
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| Doomed to die
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| 12. Black Light
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| No need to hesitate
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| No one’s here to save you from the end
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| Just ignore the facts
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| The piles of shit — all that remains
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| Walk into the light
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| Save yourself since no one ever did
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| Death — coming due
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| To fix your wounds and comfort you
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| The final decision
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| To accept your life’s recission
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| No need to hesitate
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| It’s just here to save you from the end
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| Walk into the light
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| Save yourself since no one ever did
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| Death — coming through
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| The final light that comforts you
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| Forward
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| Onward
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| Homewards
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| Coward
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| 13. Out Of Pace
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| Another year
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| Does my heart desire?
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| I’m out of place
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| I live in fear
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| Will you wait for me?
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| I’m out of pace…
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| Run! |
| Hide! |
| Time is up…
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| Run! |
| Hide! |
| Death is near…
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| All this regret
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| My worst fear; |
| erosion
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| To become less
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| I feel apart
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| This motion, this venture and still in vain
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| Run! |
| Hide! |
| Time is up…
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| Run! |
| Hide! |
| Death is near…
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| 14. Let The Mayhem Begin
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| Can’t you see the end is near
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| Isn’t this what we all feared
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| A new dawn will rise with blood and despair
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| This is the final war
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| Is it the final call?
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| So let the mayhem begin
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| A war no one can win
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| Look ahead there closing in
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| There’s no room for despair
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| This is the final war
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| Is it the final call?
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| Can’t you see the end is near?
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| Isn’t this what we all feared?
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| A new dawn will rise with blood and despair
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| 15. Bedragen
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| Våra tankar och frågor får inga svar
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| Förda bakom ljuset med era krav
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| Ska vi stå här och se på det är dags att slå sej fri
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| Jävla idioter förbannade svin ni själ av min tid som ni ägde mitt liv
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| Är det så här det ska vara?
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| En annan form av tortyr
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| Ni slösar bort våra liv
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| Är det så konstigt att vi flyr?
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| Jävla idioter förbannade svin ni själ av min tid som ni ägde mitt liv
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| 16. The Anchor
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| Alas! |
| Did I look away? |
| Have I missed a frame?
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| That portrait doesn’t match, it’s incorrect
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| Feels like I think about this every single day
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| So hard it chokes my spirit, I just can’t explain
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| I hope it stays within me, all that you installed
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| I only wish that I could affix my soul to yours
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| I want to fix it, make it work
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| Shield you from its impact
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| Mend what can not be repaired
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| Feels like I think about this every single day
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| So hard it chokes my spirit, I just can’t explain
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| I hope it stays within me, all that you installed
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| I only wish that I could affix my soul to yours
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| 17. Tingens Förbannelse
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| Allt har stannat
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| Allt har blivit svart
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| Kroppen fastnat
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| Panikattack
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| Hjärtat rusar
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| Allt har blivit svart
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| Kroppen fastnat
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| Panikattack |