| I object
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| For you wish to abuse
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| The power I have granted you
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| I curse these lands and any soul that stands by them
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| The way is shut
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| It was made
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| By those who are dead
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| And the dead keep it. |
| (x2)
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| The way is shut
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| Seen before by a prophet
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| Which you failed to recognize
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| All the visions sought for nothing (x2)
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| For you wish to abuse
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| The power I have granted you
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| I curse these lands and any soul that stands by them
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| (Dickie Allen of Infant Annihilator)
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| Blinded by light
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| Deafened by the screams of the damned
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| The sanctum consumes what I once was
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| My soul added to the unholy collective
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| Locked behind the ancient walls
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| I scour the halls
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| Locked behind the ancient walls
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| I scour the halls
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| I can’t help but cry
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| At the pitiful sight
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| Before my eyes
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| They starve for power
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| They thirst for attention
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| Seeking something
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| Finding nothing
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| Seeking something
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| To make them happy |