| Right now, he awaits at the threshold
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| Don’t let him in
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| No, don’t let him in
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| though he is dressed like the rest of us,
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| He has the jackal’s eyes
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| The jackals eyes
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| Oh, the immortal is coming
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| And with him comes the storm
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| Black smoke fills the air
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| With anger as black as the cellars of hell
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| He wears your name like a cloak made for kings
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| He wears your name like a cloak made for kings
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| They will come like…
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| Parasites swarming in
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| Dressed in lies of normality
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| To appease the death of innocence
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| And its growing appetite
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| Abandon all hope!
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| Abandon all hope!
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| Abandon all hope!
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| Parasites swarming in
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| Dressed in lies of normality
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| To appease the death of innocence
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| And its growing appetite
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| Parasites swarming in
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| Dressed in lies of normality
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| To appease the death of innocence
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| And its growing appetite |