| Hollowed by the face of fiery
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| I call you now a distant theory
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| The tale I tell is all but done
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| The book is open and dust is gone
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| The hag she goes from room to room
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| And weeps an endless song of doom
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| She’s measured and weighted in torture and pain
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| By all of us who have gone insane
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| I’m in The Orphanage I used to roam
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| I dream a dream of coming home
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| My life is ending I fear it not
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| This is my story I haven’t forgot
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| I’m four, I think, but I ain’t alive
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| When I’m not asleep, I’m down at the hive
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| There she beats until we bleed
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| So we can suffer and she can feed
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| In the darkest hall of domination
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| We pray to god for revelation
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| Trapped in cells of gore and steel
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| I tell my story, the seventh seal
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| Soon I’m gone, I hear my call
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| She’s coming now, it will be my fall
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| At the end I see her incarnated face
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| The fog has faded, let me receive my grace
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| My tale is ending, but be aware
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| The hag is in there, spreading fear
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| I take my things, I’ll walk away
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| Commandment of light, I will obey |