| «It has grinded and worn my soul
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| Into a spirit-scraped shadow
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| The Devil’s always on my shoulder
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| As I’m cursed beyond — Recognition…»
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| The Devil was in my bones last night
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| One heel on the shovel
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| Pale horse by my side
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| Now I bleed black — I bleed napalm
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| As I rot in this cage of my soul
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| Crawling out of the woodwork it comes
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| Like worms wriggling out of dead flesh and worn bones
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| A thousand times — A thousand nights
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| In endless repetition
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| Cursed Beyond Recognition
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| This mammoth iron-cross to drag
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| Driving bargains with the Devil
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| The Devil was in my flesh last night
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| Cursing bone upon bone
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| As I’m born to the black
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| In every fear — In every way
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| Like a straightjacket nailed to the soul
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| Now all food turns to ash in my mouth
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| Like a rat in a maze
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| Trapped in mental lock-down
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| Yet my pound of flesh — I will always get
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| Leave my soul for the reapers in wait
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| This heart beats in a rotten chest
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| Soul and spirit ripped loose from its flesh
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| Come death-worms black — And lead the way
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| To my corner of this abyss
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| Dreams of devils giving birth to crippled spawn
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| As the cold winds are blowing — So cold through my soul
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| Like led it burns through my rotting veins
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| Each night I dream of Hell
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| Oh no, No I won’t go
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| I’ll rather die spitting fire from below
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| No omen’s black enough
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| To eclipse this rotten soul
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| For Nocturnal is the beast of this code
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| Soul desecrated — Standing on the brink of Hell
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| As all my bones are slowly grinded
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| Nerves and flesh is now my cell
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| The Devil calls through days of strife
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| Howling me back into the dark
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| Into the screaming voids
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| Into the cursed encroaching night |