| The last vestiges of spiritual collusion
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| Our covenant of Lycanthropic indulgence
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| Tearing off the flesh down to its feral base
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| Eviscerating everything in her name
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| HOWLING, FOR THE NIGHTMARE SHALL CONSUME
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| Testify, speak in tongues, fill this room
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| There is a hand beneath the stairs
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| Flooding into the flickering light that rolls itself throughout our minds
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| Bellowing archetype, I can’t find myself wrong
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| This is how I smell the rot-
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| The pungent stench of dreams
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| Their thirst does resemble your blood
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| Parasite night screams in her lair
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| Like the raw flesh of seductive eyes
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| The elegant serenity of the twice drowned sacrifice
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| Await in silence
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| She keeps her secret in the swamps of Rome
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| And this is where the Devil comes through
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| Between me and you-
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| We never had much of a chance
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| As hard as we tried to resist
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| We were always destined for this
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| We were always coming home
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| We are the hate that they created
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| It never leaves us. |
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