| I am the hate that you can make
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| I am the beast that none forsake
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| I am the evil that none can fake
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| They call me strange
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| Messed up and deranged
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| I am far from a creature of light
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| I am that which none can fight
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| I am the ghost of the darkest night
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| In your eyes I am out of sight
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| Instrumental in beheading those without worth
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| Whose souls shall sear to south and north
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| Torn-off limbs dancing on the red ground
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| Adorned with a loud sick screaming sound
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| Let the rivers turn red
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| And the date shall b set
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| I am the bullet that will claim your soul
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| Hre I’m the fire that burns you to coal
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| I am the blade that will cut you deep
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| I see your fear and your destiny
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| Anathemas, curses, none will be cured
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| Storm crows shall feast on my soul
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| To the devil’s front door I shall be lured
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| Your suffering shall be my only goal
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| Let the rivers turn red
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| And the date shall be set
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| I am the bullet that will claim your soul
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| Here I’m the fire that burns you to coal
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| I am the blade that will cut you deep
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| I see your fear and your destiny
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| I’ve conquered the light and the pyres are burning
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| The fire grows over the barricades
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| And the heavens are crying
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| The bringer of pain
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| That sits in the frame
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| Vortex of tortures
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| That rest in my brain
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| The bringer of pain
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| That sits in the frame
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| Vortex of tortures
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| That rest in my brain
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| I am the bullet that will claim your soul
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| Here I’m the fire that burns you to coal
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| I am the blade that will cut you deep
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| I see your fear and your destiny
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| I’ve conquered the light and the pyres are burning
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| The fire grows over the barricades
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| And the heavens are crying
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| You can not see me but you know I’m here
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| The end of your life is drawing near
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| I’ll teach you the meaning of fear |