| Penance left unpaid
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| Before thee manifests
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| And empty lies a grave
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| For he who never rests
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| Tempering his blade
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| We kneel at his behest
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| As the sky grows ever sullen
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| With a culling are we blessed
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| Hahahaha… They say God rested on the seventh day…
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| You know what he really did?
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| He created Hell…
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| «Let there be light», what a dumb quote
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| Thinkin' of puttin' up a fight? |
| Just don’t
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| I’ll hold an audition for my next victim
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| But careful 'cuz the competition is cutthroat
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| You got a neck that I wanna get my mitts on
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| Spin your head around as if it was a twist-off
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| You oughtta worship the soil that I piss on
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| Let alone the ground I left my footprints on
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| I came to raze hell, and leave it laid to waste
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| You’re overdue for it Lucifer, you ain’t savin' face
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| I’m a one-man show, but if I started a band
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| You bet your ass that I’m makin' Satan play the bass
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| I’ll ignore every single borin' divine thing
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| Rip-roarin' like I’m Mick Gordon on a nine-string
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| Totally unholy, and impure — diseased
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| With demons that wanna lock me down in quarantine
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| 'Cuz I’m their cleanser, offender of sins unimagined
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| I entered their kingdom, when I left it was ravaged
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| And yet they’re lookin' up to me like a false idol
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| Shotgun on my side is my Bible
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| The gates of Hell embrace you, welcome home
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| (Fall from grace, weary angel)
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| Let your hatred swell with rage unquelled, unbroken
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| (Spare your faith, shed your halo)
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| I may detest decadence, but check my merch
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| Purely cosmetic, yet I’m so sexy that it hurts
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| Even if you demons are atheist, let me spit a verse
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| Then I’ll make you believe in me, and after you’ll head to church
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| Satan, sorry, you’ve been laid off
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| Get to workin' on your resume
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| As I’m revvin' up my chainsaw
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| You know Hell has definitely seen better days
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| Forget heaven, let me revel with rebels
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| But I never been one to meddle with devils
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| That was a lie, and you’ll find no better example
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| Than the plentiful Argent energy that I have embezzled
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| As I descend the depths, all that’s left behind me is leveled
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| I’m spreadin' like a sickness, your impish blood is my vessel
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| I’ll get from zero to a hundred when I step on the pedal
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| And then I’m grapplin' upward, and at the top will I settle
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| And if you sing my praises, make it a song that is metal
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| You’ll only touch my blade when into your neck is it nestled
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| 'Cuz I am entropy personified, Sentinel-qualified
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| Hell-Raisin', bell-ringin', Doom Slayer — bonafide
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| The gates of Hell embrace you, welcome home
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| (Fall from grace, weary angel)
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| Let your hatred swell with rage unquelled, unbroken
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| (Spare your faith, shed your halo)
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| The Bible tells such lies — the bells are tollin'
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| (Keepin' demons abound)
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| And where embers dwell, remember well to stoke them
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| (You've found a home in Hell)
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| In your Eternal glory
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| You fester with a fearsome infection
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| Even a heart so pure, distorted
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| By the violence behind good intentions
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| The gods and devils have all heard the story
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| Of the one who will cross the dimensions
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| Through Heaven and Hell, and worlds of purgatory
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| You burn with unholy ascension
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| Now that the gates of Hell are unlocked
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| Magazines are fully loaded, guns cocked
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| They told me I’d be king when Hell froze over
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| So did anybody notice that the temp just dropped?
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| I am your nightmare, I am infernal
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| I’ll strike fear in you, 'cuz fear is universal
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| I’m an amalgamation of Hell’s nine circles
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| I am your Doom, I am Eternal
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| The gates of Hell embrace you, welcome home
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| (Fall from grace, weary angel)
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| Let your hatred swell with rage unquelled, unbroken
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| (Spare your faith, shed your halo)
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| The Bible tells such lies — the bells are tollin'
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| (Keepin' demons abound)
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| And where embers dwell, remember well to stoke them
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| (Now that you’ve found a home in Hell)
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| (I'm headed home to Hell) |