| How can it be that I feel this way
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| My senses devoted to the other side
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| Darkness is set never to end
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| The black light my guidance, my only friend
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| Drained from misery of so called life
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| No reason to last when life-lust is gone
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| An everlasting spiral of pain and despair
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| Existence brought forth the living hell
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| I find the living worth defying
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| And admire the art of dying
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| I am worthy to the ranks of the dead
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| Bring forth only fear and dread
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| My doom will conclude as deadly
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| For I shall become the Underworldly
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| Deaths hand brought forth to conquer my soul
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| Down there awaits my throne so cold
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| The living now gone, I fell from my tomb
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| The wrath from below unites my spirit
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| My dark path will summon a portal so cruel
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| The entrance awaits so hateful and grim
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| A gruesome harvest, another prey
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| For I shall not live another day |