| Steady hands, holding them down
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| Anguished screams, in this forest drowns
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| Full moon shines, and their end is nigh
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| Sharpened blades, hungrily awaits the flesh
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| Serrated steel, will cut them up
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| Blackened soil, awaits their blood
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| We will purge, all that is corrupt
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| Remove all that is pure, before it rots
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| Remove all that is pure, before it rots
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| Innocent blood will wash away all of us
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| The souls of a dying will purify all of us
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| Innocent blood will wash all the guilt
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| All the guilt, all the guilt that we never felt
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| Though their lives might be short in years
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| This is no time for grief or for tears
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| They are being freed from a world of sin
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| Being freed from the curse of living
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| Freed from the fate of rotting from within
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| We will set them free, so the end it can begin
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| The blade plunges in, the blood pours out
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| Wide-open eyes, catch a last glimpse of light
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| We will claim your youth, we have seen the truth
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| We will set them free, this is how it has to be
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| We will claim your youth, we have seen the truth
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| We will set them free, this is how it has to be
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| We will set them free
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| Blackened soil, awaits their blood
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| Innocent blood will wash all the guilt
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| All the guilt, all the guilt that we never felt
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| Though their lives might be short in years
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| This is no time for grief or for tears
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| They are being freed from a world of sin
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| Being freed from the curse of living
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| Freed from the fate of rotting from within
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| We will set them free, so the end it can begin |