| Lost in the burning sun
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| Lost in a void so black
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| Forsaken by destiny
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| Amidst this empty night
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| IN THE TEMPLE OF MY DISEASE, I SPILL BLOOD TO FIND MY BLISS
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| I wander through the fields of pain
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| I live for my endless disdain
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| Torment — Is it a blessing or a curse?
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| In the eye of blasphemy
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| Where the essence speaks to me
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| Can your hear silence stare?
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| Can you see riverbeds rise?
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| A place where the essence dwells
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| Elusive and hard to trace
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| Torment — Is it a blessing or a curse?
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| I retreat into my disease
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| Thousand ways to erase this life
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| Never find salvation from Hate
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| I will show you what it is…
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| A wound hard to heal!
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| When the seas turn into blood
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| Every word of mine comes true
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| In the name of the antichrist
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| My end will be fall of man
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| Torment — Is it a blessing or a curse?
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| I retreat into my disease
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| Thousand ways to erase this life
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| Never find salvation from Hate
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| I will show you what it is…
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| A wound hard to heal!
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| The soul exile immune to pain
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| Get the gun! |
| Get the knife! |
| Cleanse this waste!
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| A sequence of stabs, a sequence of shots thrills the air
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| In the silence’s stare sadness will last, last forever! |