| In a swamp, in a dark swamp*
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| In a swamp, in a deep swamp
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| In a swamp, far from everything
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| Dormant lies the enemy of the believers
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| Corridor to undiscovered places
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| Where no one has been before
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| Never seen things under dust
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| Now they’re caged by space and time
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| A reptilian worm keeps the keys of the gates
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| Gates of the fantasy, dreams and misery
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| Never happened stories fill the air
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| As the worm opens his eyes
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| Nothing can stop him anymore
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| The mortal’s flame fades away
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| Sending the senses into oblivion
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| Sending the feeling into oblivion
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| Greatest of the scum and dirt
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| Will rise onto this Earth
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| Spawn of the loathing reptiles
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| Lurking in the shadow
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| Lurking in the shadow
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| «Come closer my child
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| Drink, drink the wine
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| The wine made out of my sweat and blood»
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| «Eat, eat the bread
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| The bread made out of my flesh
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| You’ll be grown upon me»
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| Chambers of the endless black
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| Shreds of all senses
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| Shining thru my eyes
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| Meaningless, senseless |