| Inverted pentagrams and crucifixes
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| Weirdos at the gates
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| Belief in ancient Gods whose rise from solemn slumber we await
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| Cities laid to waste, terror at the seas
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| Armageddon now, Cosmic Misery
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| With the cover of darkness
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| We sought out the scene
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| There were leaves on the ground from the cold winter breeze
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| A habitual ritual
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| A tribute to the spirits of old
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| The fire was warm
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| Our hearts were cold
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| Alive, Alive
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| They asked me how I came to be like this
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| So lonesome and so strange
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| I scoffed and pulled my cloak around my fragile, teenage frame
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| I never had a chance, this world was never meant for me
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| I put my faith in outer space
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| Cosmic Misery
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| With the cover of darkness we fled from the shrine
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| There was blood in the leaves from our dark sacrifice
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| A habitual ritual
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| A tribute to the spirits of old
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| The fire was warm
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| Our hearts were cold
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| Alive, Alive, Alive
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| I’m waiting for the evil to rise
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| Alive, Alive
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| I’m waiting at the spot
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| I’m waiting for the evil to rise
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| Carve the ancient sign into my skin
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| I’m ready for it to begin |