| It will be a smoke screen
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| Dawn of deepest evil
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| Once you dreamed about him
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| Now he’s standing, bleeding, freezing
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| Gazing at your empty body
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| Craving for your choice soul
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| One more time
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| Meaning of no-life
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| Suddenly caught in terror
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| Cauldron of praying souls
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| Piled up in the fire
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| Bleeding
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| Undertaken from beyond death
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| Souls are falling
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| Power never understood
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| Drench and course of all men
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| We must see all our dreams
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| Caught and burned at awake, forsake
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| Dimming of the feelings
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| We didn’t care so we’re in
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| New church of the blind ones
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| In search of short-lived hopes
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| Bleeding
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| Undertaken from beyond death
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| Souls are falling
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| 'Till we die
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| Evil resurrection, heretic gathering
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| Souls he wants to squeeze, blasphemous power rising
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| Boredom seems to altar, ignorance is the knife
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| Ceremony of fools. |
| So shall we survive?
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| Aware of the slaughter, submitted as a corpse
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| Legion from the dark, the hunt works ahead
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| Possessed for he’s god, body becomes a jail
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| The spirit will be free, devouring everything
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| Addicted to soul raping
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| Far from being a nightmare |