| Burn the pyre to our daughters' pain
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| In the fire there can be no eulogy
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| Swine and sickness, shrouded in disgrace
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| Ordained sinners preying on her memory
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| Cast out of Eden
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| Her flesh a sacrament
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| Corrupt, enshrine
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| Upon an altar of her bones
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| Confess, betray
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| The sky is burning red
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| Renounce, decay
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| We lie beneath the stones
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| Salvation’s but the gilded door of the abattoir
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| One by one, all will bleed for her
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| Our legacy, a world reduced to ash
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| Souls of black
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| Barren, diseased
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| Hide behind the mask
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| Hunt the vultures
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| Bring them to their knees
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| Bind and gag them, waiting for their fall from grace
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| In the darkness, tear the mask away
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| Hollow rulers trading their power for decay
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| Cast out of Eden
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| Her flesh a sacrament
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| Corrupt, enshrine
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| Upon an altar of her bones
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| Confess, betray
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| The sky is burning red
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| Renounce, decay
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| We drain the chalice
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| (We) We are the echoes of loss
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| (Are) In the absence of light
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| (Dust) Wrought of corruption, unworthy of redemption
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| (Shadow) Tombstones, an endless grave
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| Fragments of root and bone
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| Time becomes our tomb
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| We are destined to rot eternal
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| Consumed by a world forsaken
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| We will not be mourned |