| Forced upon mankind, like a sharp knife, twisting inside
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| Spill this blood of purity, from a slit wrist, ending life
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| Transfixed on this task, revive the dead, a final breath
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| Suffer the curse of madness, wake the rotted flesh of the dead
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| Splintered shards of broken glass, tearing teeth through raw flesh
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| Revival is not complete, rotten soul of eternal sleep
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| Summon the phoenix from rest, ignite the ashes of death
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| Call upon the kings of flame, lend me the spell to resurrect
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| Inhabit the restored flesh for transition of this timely fate
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| Manifest this chaos of blood to restore the lifeless and reanimate
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| Plotting for these final days inside a bastard mold of deathly rage
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| Another sick experimental stage while kept in this undead state
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| Like a drop of blood in water
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| Infecting the clarity of purpose
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| The time has come to kiss the sun, this life of flame is born of blood
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| Dissecting thoughts of an ending loss, take the hand of eternal rot
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| This pain will be forged, under the knife of pestilence
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| Incantation of this death, cast this the spell to resurrect |