| I am alone
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| Killing my thoughts of outcome
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| Delusional virus of God
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| On the verge of extinction
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| nwardly caged
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| Empty in silence
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| Offering to the suicide king
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| Leaving the misery of God
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| A storm of swords to end my life (Take me)
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| A storm of swords to end it all (Drown me)
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| Lacersations from the sky to baptize my soul one last time
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| Rising from these seas of boiling blood (My own blood)
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| Torn from this birthed tomb that had no bearing on your choices
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| Still the dove of peace can not justify the bearing of the wounds of Christ
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| The blade of release
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| Uplifting in belief
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| Eyes opening to black
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| Reforming of this afterlife
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| This flame to resurrect
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| Following my own will
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| Holding the blade to chest
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| Escape from this scream of conjuring
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| Inhaling the blaze of forgotten fire
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| Scorching new blood to black
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| Through the center of the rotting sun
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| The sick angel with razors for wings
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| Resurrect me and offer me to suicide again
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| Faceless king engulfs me in freedom
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| A Venus of horror made imperial
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| Lay me back to soak my head in pure blood
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| Bleeding from my wrist… this stream of independence
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| As I raise my vision escapes
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| Feeding this surgery of the lifeless Six — Sacraments of anguish and deceit
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| Six — Shadows of baphomets horns Six — Fatherless bastards of grief Birthright
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| of the damned
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| We praise our soulds descent
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| Bleeding like a cold river into eternal damnation
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| These lacerations entwined (for) an alliance of the blind drink deep of
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| desecration
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| A murderous praise I vomit upon the holy altar
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| Hooks of the embraced hang from the heavens
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| Sucking the endeavors of pain
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| Bleeding life from the lifeless
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| As I soar on the tempests sharp wings
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| Trading layers of flesh during intercourse
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| Orgasm found in asphyxiation while losing life
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| Tubes pumping fluid of evolution into a mutation for the birthing of the jackal
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| Rising from these seas of my own blood
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| As man’s outer frame constricts with metal and tissue
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| A scaffold of torture to be raised as an altar
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| These interpretations of the surgical testament
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| Lying naked licking these wounds of humiliation |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baptized in a Storm of Swords , by - Goatwhore. Song from the album Funeral Dirge for the Rotting Sun, in the genre