| Unfurl my wings and spread the sickness
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| A stench of sorrow that makes me ascend
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| With God so long gone, I do what I can
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| And I’ll burn the whole world until it eats from my hand
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| You pray in vain, a knife in your face
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| Sing me your song while I help you ascend a stair of bone
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| To your everlasting home
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| Born in the mire, suckled on dread
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| You named the nameless, raised it up from the dead
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| A life so fragile, a crimson thread
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| Weed in the desert, king of the damned
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| And prince of the dead
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| Horror my hymnal
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| Songs of the end
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| Thrive on the fault line
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| Drag you back in
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| Drag you in
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| King of the damned
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| Turn your gaze into the east, there’s a comet crossing the sky
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| A nameless dread, horizon glowing red
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| Tricks your eyes into seeing sunrise
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| Gulp the air and drink the scent of your final hours alive
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| A brittle bird crushed inside a fist
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| A fading dream of flight
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| Follow life until its end, just a well that’s waiting to dry
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| Pass a finger through the flame
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| Pull it back unscathed
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| Build your mandala of hope, it’s the cruelest joke of our time
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| The way is fear, swallowed in despair
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| Consuming you from inside
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| My name is dread |