| Forth from here to aanother world of sand
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| I am a messenger of death
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| Black, white
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| Have no taste on rusted scythe’s
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| Blade the sickest horror known to mankind
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| Testimony
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| Just like a trail of fire ants feasting on ruins
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| Once the storm has passed
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| Only rooms left for laments and for jackals
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| No time to die
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| Messenger to a foreign god
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| Sacrifice is done and the ocean will mourn in pain
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| Sacrifice done before manoel can touch the land
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| Die! |
| because the living, they’re not from this world
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| Suffocated with laments of war
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| I’m the one that carries cries
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| Desolation in me
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| Traitor
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| White man
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| Your fat is black, now allowed I am
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| You head will roll
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| He who dwells in solitude can see… it all!
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| Only the man who loves nothing
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| And carries dry, sad land inside
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| Trusting no one
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| Will become king, second only to solitude eternal and thirst
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| Trust no one
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| Rise to the moon
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| To unite with snow eternal
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| The fathers born of ice
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| And snowflakes that melt with sand
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| Oh, for my heart, for my heart’s dried
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| I am imprisoned
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| Trust no one
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| Come to me, strangler |